You thought you had it all, a loving family, a warm home, and money. Your father owned a company that sold all types of technical items for people to use, your mother was beautiful and had been close friends with a blonde woman known as Eva.
They had been friends ever since primary school, best friends who were like sisters - they did so much together. Had their fair share of heartbreak, crushes, and arguments from time to time. But of course, they always made up in the end. It wasn't going to take too long for them to find a man; for them to fall in love and attend each other's weddings. Of course, for Eva's, it only consisted of them. One bride's maid and one best man.
The secret kept and would eventually be buried with their death's. Your parents didn't know the truth, even Eva couldn't tell her best friend she married a powerful demon. Soon, you were born first then your soon to be close friends three years later; the twins.
As a child, you were happy and kind, open and honest to both of the white-haired twins. During those times you were with him, it seemed like you cared more about the younger twin than the older, deep down, you were concerned and cared about the older just as much.
"Let's play hide and seek!" You smiled, suggesting to the two who smiled back. Yes, both of them were identical, but there was always a way to tell them apart, even you could figure it out. Beside's the tone in their voice, they usually had different colours in their clothes.
"You have to start counting to ten, Dante!" You giggled, quickly running off to find a good hiding spot.
"Ready or not, here I come!" Dante shouted, eagerly looking for you and his older brother. Although, you had a habit of running to a different hiding spot when he was close to finding you. Eventually, you stopped and hid. Backing slightly to only find out it was occupied by the older brother.
"Vergil!" You exclaimed, "shh! Dante will find us." He whispered to you, keeping quiet until footsteps were getting closer. Then a head peaked out, the boy pouted, he didn't like that they shared a hiding spot. He and you never seemed to do that!
"Hey! No fair," even for their age...they didn't act like their age. Like usual boys did, played with cars, play in the dirt and got messy, called girls gross and avoided them because of 'cooties'. They were slightly more mature while still being children.
"Children! Lunch!" Your mother called out, as all three departed and ran to the table that sat outside, a few simple metal chairs and plastic plates. Healthy and meaty food presented upon the glass table, covered with clear plastic for protection from dirt...and bird shit.
Everyone was so happy, while the twins got homeschooled, you went to a private school, the best school in the state; you had to be rich to attend it plus the school fees were VERY expensive. Their education system was top notch, their teachers were paid more than what any normal teacher would. You made friends there, girls and boys who cared and some...who pretended too. Because your family was much richer than theirs, some students didn't like you for that, and the very same who were acting so high and mighty, posh and snobby because of their status.
One day, you wanted to go over to the twin's place. Your mother covered your eyes, the sight wasn't suitable for children; you weren't that young. You could peak, just slightly from your mother's eyes. A ruined house, shambles and burned to the ground, a foul smell of burning and smoke still filling the grey skies.
"No...No..." You heard your mother cry, you never heard it before and you didn't want to look at her, didn't want to remove her hand that shielded your eyes. It was heartbreaking, you knew you couldn't cheer her up at all - she realized she lost her best friend that day, she lost the only woman who she ever thought of as a sister since she never had any sisters as she always wished.
"Honey, let's go." Your father said, in attempts to make her leave, she was grieving and uncovered your eyes, pushing you gently to head back to the car. Your head turned around and saw the ruined mansion, there was another strange scent that filled the air but you weren't sure what it was. It was best to not ask, and it did take you a while to figure out what happened.
It struck hard as if you were hit with a ball that came flying towards you. Never had tears ran down your face so much, to the point of crying yourself to sleep. You hadn't noticed how this affected you, your grades. You usually got above average grades then dropped; you usually found yourself not hungry and tired, yawning in school and not fully paying attention. Your friends tried to help, but you just didn't want to talk to them, you wanted to be alone, just to silently mourn for their deaths.
Most importantly, their deaths struck your mother more. Your father didn't know them too well, he had his time of mourning then moved on to work. Your mother was a clothes designer, as she always dreamed but Eva's death took its toll on her. She stopped eating, she hardly slept well and all out of tears to cry out. Her hands couldn't do anything but shake, no longer had she felt inspired. Her eyes constantly glued to an empty canvas, pencil beside her but nothing could ever come to mind. She felt it was easier to retire, everything seemed to be drained from her and eventually ended up in the hospital with lack of nutrients.
It worried you, you had to persist your mother to eat more once she got out. She couldn't be upset forever and you knew that you told that to her straight. Though, it was the first time your mother ever yelled at you, to keep quiet, to shut your mouth because you didn't know what you were talking about, that you were naive. Perhaps so, but you didn't want to tell her how pathetic she looked. It was only the start of you having really dark thoughts, you knew it was better to hold your tongue, even to your teachers and classmates. You saw all their negative traits, what good have they ever done for anyone?
This had remained the same even until High School. Then, it just seemed so sudden when you came home from school, your father pulled you out, their items need to be sold up for auction. "What is going on?" You asked, "we've gone bankrupt."
Your father said in disbelief, rather, he didn't want to say that the co-founder practically robbed the company from him from under his nose. Still, they had nothing. Soon, they had to sell the house and live on what leftover money they had, they saved in their banks.
It was only enough to have a tiny two-bedroom place with only their most treasured items around. It wasn't large like their own mansion, but it was enough to call home. You thought you could ask your friends to help you in your time of need, but they didn't even glance your way. They teased and mocked you, "we don't hand money to hobos." So they really were just 'friends'. The only real friends you ever did have are dead and no one can help from beyond the grave.
With this new lifestyle, your father had to get a new job, he worked hard from dawn 'til dusk, he usually got home exhausted, tired and just wanted to come home to a nice meal, have a drink, read the newspaper or watch some TV before heading to bed. While your mother slowly picked herself up again, she probably knew she couldn't wallow in her sorrows forever - she had to help her family too, in any way she could.
Since you too, couldn't go to school, you figured it was easier to go and find a job. How hard could that be anyway? Not that hard, if your parent could do it, so could you! After all, there would surely be a lot of places that would hire a sixteen-year-old girl.
