We had gotten out of the small town where the whole incident happened; just the three of us. John, Mom, and I. After the whole thing had happened, John...I mean...Dad...took us to his house, and he started to pack up his clothes, some stuff of sentimental value, some food, and his secret savings. He had about 10,000 saved up in a safe he hid under his bed. Then he came back out to the car, and we drove off to where ever we felt safe.
I was the most traumatized child for my age of 5. However, now as a teenager, I've learned to deal with it. A few years of therapy helped. It's a small price to pay for the loss of my twin sister, and my fake father. I loved them with all my heart, and so did Mom. Although, I think she loves John a lot more than she did with Steve.
We had settled down somewhere far, far, far away, where there were no forests. Well, I can't say there weren't any forests, there was one on the edge of the town, but that was a nature preserve. Mom and Dad eventually got married, and I had found a boyfriend. He helped me with my memories by sitting through the therapy with me.
I think the only three memories in my childhood life was this one time where Mom, Steve, Layla, and I were picnicking in this open park. It was an absolutely beautiful day, and it was our birthday. Steve brought a whole trash bag full of water balloons, and we spent the whole day as a family. The second memory was when my Mom got remarried to John, I was the maid of honor, but it wasn't the same without Layla. The third was when I met my boyfriend, Danny.
It was kind of hard to tell everyone at my new school why I had moved, and it was kind of hard to make them believe I had a twin sister. It's hard when you have no proof, and you don't even want to remember it. It's hard when you have to look into the mirror, and your face...your face exactly the same as your dead twin sister's. However, with Danny's help, everyone had stopped bothering me. This of course was from the start of 1st grade. He was my friend all the way up till our Freshman year of high school.
I wasn't the only one who had to go through therapy though. Mom and Dad both had to go through it too. Mom had to because she had lost Steve and her other 5 year old daughter. Dad because he had lost his best friend and business partner and his daughter.
We settled though, Mom and Dad distracted themselves with work until they confronted me one day about wanting to have another kid. I didn't mind, being an only child due to the loss of my sister was kind of lonely. So, they went ahead, and there I had a baby brother. He's 4 now, but at least I'm not an only child now. Speaking of birthdays... me and Layla's birthday is in a few days. If she was here, we would be spending our sweet 16 together, probably making cakes like when we were 5.
