Chapter 1: Abigail

My twin sister, Abigail, and I was sitting on our bedroom floor, watching Pretty Little Liars on TV on a Saturday afternoon, not saying a single word. Usually, we enjoy each other's company, laughing, giggling, spreading gossip, but today, we refused to speak a single word to each other. We haven't been getting along lately. Ever since Abbi had began to date Wilson, a nerdy boy who is 2 years older then her, she refused to do anything that had to do with me. She didn't even want to sleep in the same room with me.
"Abigail! Wendy! Stop watching TV for 25 minutes and actually go outside for once!" My mother's voice echoed up the stairs.
"You know what, Wendy, that sounds like a good idea. Let's go into our old treehouse we played in when we were little. It'll be ...nostalgic." Abbi mumbled under her breath while she rolled her eyes.
I looked at her in surprise, for she had barely spoken to me in the past 48 hours.
"Are you being sarcastic? I mean, if you actually want to, then we can go to the tree house." I repled with more excitement in my voice then I wanted there to be.
"Yeah, I actually want to. It'll be fun to see all of our toys that we used to play with when we were seven. Wanna go now?"
I stood up and reached down to help Abbi up off of my lime green carpet. She refused my hand and got up herself. She hurried me out the door, making a pushing motion with her hands. When I was about halfway down the stairs, i noticed that Abbi was not following me.
"Abbi? Are you coming?" I looked over my shoulder to see Abbi rummaging through her secret box on the bedside table. She took something out of it and shoved it inside her knee-high boot.
"Coming! Sorry, I had to grab something real quick. Come on, let's go." Abbi said as she began to follow me down the stairs. "Here, have a peice of gum." I stuffed it in my pocket as we walked out the door.
Our treehouse was in the woods outside of our 2-story house. It has been falling apart ever since we were kids, but it looked like it would calapse in a giant pile of wood at any minute now.
"Abigail, do you think that this is safe to go on?" I nervously inspected the tree house.
"Sure it is! I was just up there the other day! Trust me, it's fine." Since I knew Abbi would never hurt me, I just shrugged my shoulders and began to climb up the wooden ladder, and into the small familiar room. All the memories began flooding back.
Playing barbies when we were four, coloring pages in our coloring books when we were seven, and texting our best friends when we were thirteen were the best times I have ever had, but those times were long gone three years ago, when we were 14. But now, I miss those times whenever Abigail and I acted like best friends. We used to never leave each other's sides. What happened?
"Wendy? Hello?" Abbi somehow snapped me out of my memories, with her tiny, delicate voice.
"I'm sorry. I-I guess I just dozed off a little." I responded after shaking the memories from my head.
"You should pay attention more, Wendy. Something bad might happen to you if your not. You know what happened to Dad." Abbi whispered to me with a small amount of annoyance in her voice.
Five years ago, our father had been out drinking with his friends at a bar a few miles away from the house. After drinking multiple drinks, one of his friends decided that if he would have a drink of water, then he would be sober once again, but they were drunk, too. He decided that he was sober, when he wasn't and began to drive home. As he began to pull into our gravel driveway, he accidentily drove in reverse, smashed into a car, had a major concusion and fell into a coma. Luckily, he is still alive, but he is unable to use his legs, and has to live in a hospital, because the doctors need to keep him in observation at all times. My family has not seen him ever since that, dark, depressing night.
"How dare you talk about that! You know how emotional I get! I cared about our father!" I screamed at Abbi.
"You know, this is why I haven't been talking to you! You never seem to let anything go! All you think about is the past! Get over it!" She yelled back.
"I hate you! I wish i was an only child!" I angrily pushes her on the ground of the tree house.
"How dare you push me!" Abbi reached into her boots to pull out a silver knife with a sharp blade and a leather handle.
It was the same knife my father had always carried around before the accident. She charged at me with the knife pointed in my direction. I luckily dodged out of the way just before it was about to strike my shoulder. The thick blade became stuck in the side of the wooden wall, just between two boards. As Abbi struggled to pull the knife out of the wall, I scrambled out of the tree house door and down the wooden ladder. Breathing heavily, Abbi jumped down from the tree house, nearly landing on top of me. As she began to charge at me once more, I quickly tripped her and took her knife out of her thin hands.
"Don't move!" I screamed at the back of her head. She slowly stood up and wiped the dirt and twigs off of her knees. Suddenly, she pointed behind me and screamed at the top of her lungs. I quickly turned around, afraid that something dangerous was behind me, but there was nothing there. Infuriated, I turned around to meet Abbi's face once again, but she wasn't there. She was running away from me, heading deeper and deeper into the forest until she was no longer in sight. I heard a scream in the distance.
"Abigail? Abigail! Where are you?" I began to frantically search through the woods. Behind my house, there lied Abigail skewered on a tree branch.
Her boot had gotten stuck on a tree root, forcing her to tumble down a large hill. I ran down the hill, almost tripping myself, and knelt down beside her. I felt tears forming in my eyes, and made no struggle to not let them fall.
"I-It's all my fault. I s-shouldn't of let my emotions get the best of me! It should of been me!" I sobbed.
I released the knife in my hand and let it fall onto the ground. With shaking hands, I gently removed the red rose from Abbi's hair and put it in mine, so I would always have her with me, at all times. I cried and cried until no more tears would fall from my eyes. It felt as if my whole world had fallen apart. I lost all feeling in my whole body, for I had dehydrated myself. Then, everything went black.