"I know this may sound cliche, Aribella, but how does that make you feel?" Dr Matthews asked and adjusted her glasses.

I picked at the dark blue nail polish on my thumb. "I dunno. I mean, I feel like my mom pretty much gave up on me. Gave up on everything after Dad died."

"And in turn, what did that do to you?" She asked, still taking notes on her clipboard.

"It kind of made me feel like I'd lost both of my parents. Like, Dad really is dead, and Mom is dead to me. If that makes any sense." I said, staring a bookshelf that contained hundreds of self-help books that were probably full of psycho-babble that people pretended to understand.

Dr Matthews nodded. "It makes perfect sense. But what about your sister? What happened to her?"

I took a deep breath. No one knew about Ashleigh, not even Sam, but I'd let her name slip a few too many times in Dr Matthews' office. "Ashleigh was my best friend. She meant everything to me. We did everything together, much like most twins do. We were inseperable."

"What else? What kind of things did you two do together?"

"Everything. We would listen to music, go to concerts, do homework, go shopping, go to movies, have sleepovers with our friends. Everything." I explained, tears threatening to spill over.

"Then what? What happened?" Dr Matthews removed her glasses.

I pulled my knees to my chest and rested my chin on them. "Suicide. Two weeks before our 14th birthday. I found her in our bathroom, wrists slit."

"How did you react?"

"I lost it. I was depressed. I started crying myself to sleep every single night. I was cutting every single day. I was falling apart, and no one noticed." I said simply.

The timer dinging, signalling the end of our session.

I stood up off the couch and grabbed my bag off the floor.

"I'll see you next week, Aribella." Dr Matthews said as I left.

"See you." I muttered and walked out.

Sam was waiting in the parking lot already.

I got in the car and wiped the tears from my cheeks.

"You okay?" He asked as he pulled out of the parking lot and onto the street.

I shook my head.

"What happened?" He whispered and took my hand.

"I talked to Dr Matthews about my sister." I admitted.

"Sister? What sister?" Sam asked.

"Ashleigh, my twin sister. The one who killed herself." I explained.

Sam took a deep breath. "Aribella, why didn't you tell me?"

I shook my head. "I don't like to talk about it."

He squeezed my hand. "You can tell me anything. You know that, babe."

I nodded.

"Okay. Well, you need to smile, like, right now. So, where do you want to go? What do you want to do?"

I shrugged. "I don't know. Did you have anything in mind?"

Sam grinned. "I do have one idea."

"What?" I asked.

He winked. "You'll see."

~!Author'sNote!~ Ta-dah! Part dos! I felt like saying that and I have no idea why... Anyways, thanks for reading and sticking with us throughout this whole story, it means a lot. Review and say nice things. xoxo, Aly and Carlin.