Prologue:
I never trusted anyone. Not my family, not the few friends that I had, not even myself. The reason for myself being this way happened a few years ago, when I was still a kid. I don't know how to trust and I will never learn how. Over the years I've learned to accept that fact about myself and so has my brother. As for the people outside of my childhood, they have no idea what happened to me and therefore have no idea how to treat me. Sometimes I feel the only thing that treats me right, are the waves of the open ocean. In many ways they are like me, crashing and falling, never to be understood as to why they act as they do, not quite realizing its true beauty.
I sat on the porch of my new home staring out at the backwoods, the only nature around this hellhole and the most pitiful excuse for scenery I have ever encountered. And I use the term "home" loosely. This place was my Aunt Jen's house and a more appropriate name for it would be a dungeon. Don't get me wrong the house was beautiful, unmistakably gorgeous. A grand, pearl white Victorian house with a porch that wrapped around the building, like a skirt on a girl, is how my Aunt described it in the letter my brother and I received one week ago.
"To Jeremy and Melanie, Love Your Auntie Jen." I remember seeing those words and confusion overtaking my body. Aunt Jen? The Jennifer? It must be a mistake, this family member, and now my only family member besides my twin brother, never thought twice about the two of us. Never cared for us, never called, not one time had she visited us, and not once have we spoken to her through any means of communication. So why now? Why choose now to contact us and force us to leave our beloved lives on our cherished island, to subsist with her? And why is my brother, Jeremy, so perfectly okay with our aunt's sudden decision? Questions I dreamt would be answered, mysteries I prayed every night would become clear, discoveries I swore I was old enough for. But never would I have been ready for the truck that came swerving in at full speed straight for the disaster I call my life.