Chapter One
"What do you mean divorce?"
Kayla was a teenager now. After years of being isolated in her room, Kayla never wanted to go outside. Not really, she was afraid that she had a condition to her skin that involved the sun, her parents were thinking she was she was being unpredictable and overdramatic to the circumstances that Kayla was dealing with herself. But she didn't go by Kayla; at least she didn't want to be called Kayla, preferring Dr. K instead, but no matter what her parent's would continue to call her Kayla and encouraged her to go outside they'd try forcing her but every time she has this excuse involving the importunateness of the situation. Then they would sigh and walk away with an okay, even tried giving her friends named Gem and Gemma they were twin's but they always argued with each other and never seemed to get along, never seemed to be on the same page thought they had so much in common, they started visiting Kayla not together but alone. They were never together. Just like Kayla's parents were splitting, she was caught in her throat, she couldn't see any of this coming when she's always isolated in the basement.
"Me and your father have decided to get, divorced, because we seem to argue with each other more than necessary and we can't handle much of it", Kayla's mother brought her eye's to the man sitting beside her already staring at her she would remember if they did that they would hold each other's hands right after and stare at each other than mom would lay on him and breathe to herself, Kayla never stayed long enough to see what would happen next she was a little hurt when she realized that they weren't holding hands, That she never cared much, that were constantly thinking and talking of her, and that it was destroying them together "it's just not the same"
"Is this my fault"