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CHAPTER 1

Waking Up on Your 17TH Birthday….

When you wake up on your seventeenth birthday you should be happy, excited. Not have a splitting headache and red, puffy eyes from all the crying you did the night before.

That's how I woke up. The call had come around eleven o'clock last night. I Mitchie Torres no longer had a twin brother, Nate Torres had died at 10:54 pm on January 28th from a freak stage accident. One day before his 17th birthday.

The apartment was quite, too quite. Well as quite as it can be when it sits in the middle of New York. Mom had fallen asleep on the other side of the couch where we had sat the night before.

I slowly got up and looked around, there were fast food containers everywhere, party plans and deflated balloons. For the first time since we moved I was going to have a birthday party, I had actually made a couple of friends this year. That's all mote now. I'm sure well be on the next flight we can get out to Tennessee.

As the ever present sound of a car alarm came from outside I slowly got off the couch and made my way to the kitchen.

After getting my coffee and sitting down at the small table I sat and stared at the liquid inside the cup.

It's a very, hollow feeling. Losing a twin, it's like you're no longer complete. That half of you has suddenly disappeared.

What seemed like seconds later, but had to be an hour I heard my mom wake up. As she walked into the kitchen I couldn't help but notice how small she looked.

My mom, Connie James, has always been an independent strong women, but looking at her now with her short brown hair all over the place and her dark green eyes bloodshot, she suddenly seemed like her old self, instead of the savvy New York business women who has all the designer clothes she had become since the move.

"So what do you want to do Mitch?" she asked. I sat there confused, why was she asking me? I was just a kid.

She noticed the look on my face and smiled a little, "You're 17 years old Mitchie, you can make your own decisions".

What does one say to that? I had no interest in going home. Moving away had been the happiest moment for me. Don't get me wrong, I was sad when my parents divorced, but everyone saw it coming anyway.

"I guess we should go' I heard myself say. Oh no what had I done! Mom looked at me and smiled "I guess you're right" she said "I'll go call the airline".

When she left the room I promptly started hitting my head on the table, "stupid, stupid, stupid, ouch" I had to stop doing that.

I got up and walked down the short hallway to my room. It was small and a faint purple, but I loved it and I was going to miss it while we were gone.

From my position on my bed, I could see the half finished song I'd been working on before the call came.

I had been so excited to show it to Nate when he got here. I was proud of it and wanted his opinion.

I sat at my little keyboard and started playing the chorus, quietly as not to disturb mom on the phone.

"Who will I be?

It's up to me,

All the never ending

Possibility's…"

My fingers slowed and the words died on my lips. Something was wrong, the music wasn't right, didn't feel right.

What was the point of music without Nate? Our shared passion, the one thing he was confident in, confident enough to go on stage and play in front of thousands of screaming fans.

It had gotten him killed, he was no longer here because of music.

"Sweetie" my mom poked her head threw the door, "I got us a flight for 6 tonight" and she slowly closed my door and I heard her go into her room and start opening and closing drawers.

The tears came again, and as I watched them fall on the soft white key's in front of me, I vowed I would never sing again, I wouldn't open myself to that world again, and closing my song book, I got up to pack. I was going home.

A.N I would like all to note that I do not currently have a beta, so I am sorry for any mistakes in the story, I did my best.

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Yours till lights out

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