You're a monster! A voice inside my head screams at me. I know. I say back. I had hurt Tiffany. So naturally I'm a monster. You need help. The voice says. I know. I say. I look in the cabin and my heart skips a beat. You don't have a heart Gale You have to have what isn't yours. That always had been your problem. The voice says. It sounds so familiar. Suddenly I felt sick. "Dad?" I whisper. Yes Gale it's me. I used to be so proud of you Gale. But now you turned to murder and attempted murder.
I always loved you Gale but… I hate what you become. What will your mother think? And your brothers and sister? I've always been watching you Gale but look at what you've become. Look at that poor little girl Gale. She's unconscious because of your monstrosity. I guess it's my fault for not raising you right. I-I-I'm sorry I didn't raise you right Gale. Now your going to have to make your own decisions. I'm not going to be here to help you any longer.
Dad no please don't go! I have to Gale. You know I love you but I been with you too long. Your 33 already Gale. You don't need me. "I need you dad. Please don't leave." I say. "What are you talking about? I can't leave even if I tried." Tiffany says. I turn and look at her through the glass. She looks dazed. "Um excuse me sir, but do you know where I am?" Tiffany asks politely. "What are you talking about Tiffany?" I ask. She looks around the cabin as I walk in. "Oh are you talking to me?" She asks. I realize what's wrong.
Tiffany has amnesia. "No." I say quickly. "Your name is Cilia Hawthorne." I say, "And I'm your father." Tiffany-I mean Cilia- looks at me then shrugs. "Ok what ever you say dad." She says, "But can you tell me why my head hurts?" She asks. I shake my head. "Come on we have to go Tiffany- I mean Cilia." I say. Cilia looks confused then follows me.
Tiffany's-I mean Cilia's- POV
I follow my dad out of the trees and into a town. Suddenly a very blurry memory comes back to me.
Me and a little boy are walking through here. He's calling me Tiffany. Who is this Tiffany? My name is Cilia Hawthorne. He's reaching out toward me. I pick him up and give him a hug. "I love you Mitch." I say. "I love you too." He says. He's about three with gray eyes and blond hair. Like me. He's my little brother. I tug on my dad's sleeve. "Dad do I have a brother?" I ask. My dad goes pale then he shakes his head no. Another memory comes back to me.
A lady is on a hospital gurney and she's holding a baby. She smiles and beckons to me. I walk to her and she shows me a baby boy. "This is your little brother Mitch, Tiffany." She says, "Your a big sister now." A man comes in and gives me a big hug. No, no, no, NO! Why are these memories haunting me? I start running and I hear my dad calling me. I fall and start sobbing. "Abernasty?" Someone says. I look up and see someone who looks really familiar. Prim. Suddenly everything becomes clear. My name is Tiffany Dana Abernathy. I'm 9-years-old and have a little brother named Mitch. I'm not Cilia Hawthorne.
Sorry it's been awhile but my computer had a virus. I hope you enjoyed it!