"So you're telling me that everything I've ever known was a lie, my family, my friends, my teachers, everyone?!" I said shocked at what the lady had just revealed me, basically I was taken at a young age and put in a coma like state to see what happened, I couldn't believe her, my life had seemed so...real. My mind had taken over and created a family and friends for me, giving me enemies and idols. I didn't understand how I could still remember everything from before, the pain, why would you feel the pain if you were in a dream world.
"Look hunny," She said in her thick American accent, "The mind does strange things." That was the only explanation she could come up with, I rolled my eyes, I decided to use the only evidence that my head hadn't made it all up,
"Well if no one was real why do I recognize his voice?" I yelled pointing at Charlie, who was sat behind me,
"What?" I heard him say, "You recognize my voice?" He was shocked at the news, his face showing that he was desperately trying to puzzle it out. "Look ma'am I really need to interview the girl, this is more complicated than I thought." He concluded standing up and taking a step towards me,
"Ok, but be careful." She replied tilting her head to one side and raising her eyebrows as she said the word careful, he nodded and put a hand on my shoulder, I felt him grab the wheelchair handles and he swung me around before exiting with me.

He walked in silence for about ten minutes before turning down a long corridor and entering a small, carpeted room, Charlie pulled up a chair across from mine and sitting down,
"Ok, Katie, tell me about yourself," He pulled out a Dictaphone and pressed record,
"My name is Katie, full name Katherine Josephine Morgan, I am 16 years old and my birthday is 15th of May 1997, I live in Sheffield, England with my two brothers and mother. My brothers are called Charlie and Alex, they are twins and are 24 years old, their birthday is the 8th of December,"
"Wow, wait," he said stopping me, "Charlie and Alex Morgan, 24 years old and their birthday is the 8th of December?!" He exclaimed,
"Yes..." I replied, curious as to why he had stopped me talking.
"My name is Charlie Morgan, I have a non-identical twin called Alex, our birthdays are on the 8th of December and we are 24." My eyes widened,
"Coincidence?" I suggested, this was freaky,
"Probably…Hopefully... Anyway carry on." He said a confused look clouded his face, I took a deep breath and continued to talk.
"My mum's name is Angela Morgan and she is 50 years old. My dad's name is Andrew Morgan and he would be 52 but he died in a car crash when I was 7." I concluded, he looked at me in amazement,
"My mother's name is Angela, she is 50, my dad's name was Andrew, he would have been 52 but he died in a car crash when I was 16…" he said, this was just bizarre,
"Why do you have the same family as me?" I asked, frowning, he shrugged then looked at the ground, rubbing his forehead with his free hand.

"I don't know I really don't" He said looking me in the eye, suddenly they widened, "No, no, that couldn't have happened could it?"
"What?"
"No!" He covered his mouth,
"What?!"
"Well ever since you were little I've always been there in the day, just talking to you, no one really talked me when I was growing up, you were like the best friend I've ever had." He admitted looking up,
"What did you tell me about?" I asked smiling at him,
"I just talked about my day and my brother and other stuff that was going on in my life, I didn't think it would matter,"
"It's ok," I said, "You helped shape my life Charlie! You're my big brother, thank you."
"Yeah but what's my mum going to say when she finds out I've been telling you about us for the past 12 years?"
"I was put in there when I was 4?"
"Yeah, they had to move up the ages, they first tried it with new borns but the liquid they injected in killed them instantly, then 1 year olds but it didn't work properly, you were the first person it worked properly on." He told me,
"Wait so I could have died! Those people could have killed me?!" I exclaimed, "Oh my god, didn't they run any tests on that shit before pumping it into my body?" I yelled at him, he shied away from me, "And what about my mum, I mean my biological mother, not yours, and my dad, they would have had something to say!" I looked up at the ceiling taking deep breaths to calm me down, Charlie had gone all quiet, like he didn't want to answer my question. "Please." I whispered, his eyes met mine once more and he sighed,
"Your parents died, when you were 3 months old, they were killed in an explosion, a terrorist bomber, you were taken into care." He mumbled no expression in his voice. I gasped bringing my hand to my mouth as a tear trickled down my face,
"Are, are they buried somewhere? Can I see them?"
"No, I am so sorry," I nodded and wiped my wet eyes,
"Alright, next best thing, are there any recordings or photos of them I can see? Did you know them? What were they like?" I asked desperate to know something of my parents,
"I'll find you some pictures tomorrow." He said, rubbing his forehead again, I looked up at him then past his shoulder as I saw a clock ticking away, it was 5:03pm I had been with Adrian only two hours before,
"Charlie, where will I stay?" I said looking around the dimly lit room, "And will it have food, I am starving."
"I suppose you could stay with my mum, I mean you know my family, and my mum will love to have someone to look after again, and then with time, you can get your own apartment." He suggested, this was the only and best solution to the problem at hand so I accepted it gratefully, "I just have to clear it with Miss Smith, that's the lady you saw earlier, she's in charge of this whole operation, she stands as prime minister."
"Oh, cool, I guess," Charlie stood up, put away the Dictaphone and wheeled me out of the room.