Hi everyone! I know it's been a while. Sorry I have kept you waiting. Things have just held me from updating, but I hope it has been worth the wait. All the reviews and favorites in my absence have really encouraged me to return as soon as I could. This chapter may not be that exciting. But it'll add light to a lot of questions there might be. This chapter will be in Stacey's point of view. Enjoy.

I look at the clutch in my hands. My anger burns as I think of her sauntering away, swinging one hand with this clutch and the other holding a smoothie she's sipping into. I shake the thought away as my gag reflex starts to act up.

"Why does she want me to have this junk?"

I think to how that horrid man spoke to me and my anger continues to boil over. I throw the clutch towards the wall where it hits it with a clack. I look down at the clutch that has fallen open due to the impact as the lip gloss rolls out of it towards my foot. Disgusting! While I rotted in jail, she was busy prettying herself up with lip gloss and curlers and perfume.

I look towards Captain Hammer who groans and rolls around on the floor. It bad enough I have to be stuck in here. Why do I have to be in here with that useless buffoon? I crouch down towards the floor and pick up the lip gloss. Suddenly, the world around me starts to still. I smile a little as a memory of two little girls wrapped in scarves, wearing heels way too big for them, and lipstick smeared over their faces rushes to me. I shudder and grab on to my head, lowering it towards my knees as I clamp my eyes shut.

"No Penny! No! Don't think about it!"

After rocking back and forth for a while, I get up and slowly walk towards the clutch. With nothing better to do, I pick it up, peering inside. There's not much in there. A few twenties. An eye liner. Her ID. Correction: MY ID. I clench my teeth, but relax as I see there's one more thing inside. A few crinkled up pieces of paper. I curiously take them out and unfold them. I recognize her sloppy handwriting right away. Probably some letter to Captain Hammer or something. I roll my eyes in disgust and look down the letter. I gasp when I realized it isn't addressed to Captain Hammer. It's addressed to me.

Dear Penny,

Do you remember the time when we used to play hide and seek and you would always let me win because you knew how happy it made me? Where are you now Penny? I can't find you anymore. I've written this letter hundreds of times, but never could send it to you. I never was good at writing letters. But now I don't want to wait anymore. I want my sister back. I know you're mad at me. I know you hate me. I know I'm the cause of all your pain. I know asking for forgiveness isn't right, because I don't deserve it. But I can't help it. It's hard to sleep at night knowing that the one person you have left in the world hates you. Sometimes I wish I don't wake up the next morning. I can only imagine how hard it is for you.

I want to start by apologizing for breaking our family. We had a perfect life. Our small loving family. We had each other. Mom. Dad. Charlie. You. Me. Even though we didn't always have food to put on the table, we were happy. Until I ruined it. I know it was stupid and selfish of me to run away out of jealousy. Jealous because I knew I could never be like you. Jealous over a stupid contest. But when I really think about it, I wasn't jealous. I was ashamed. Ashamed that I could never get you to be proud of me. So I ran off. Hoping that somehow I could find a way to prove myself so you could look me in the eye and say "well done sis" for something that actually mattered. Why did I do that? If I hadn't done that, they wouldn't have come after me. They wouldn't have crashed into that truck. We lost them all that day. And when I took the blade to my wrist out of guilt, you were the one who stopped me. Why did you stop me? We were the same age, yet you always acted as the older one. Always protected me from harm. Even when I took our family away from you, you became my shelter, my strength, my hope.

I always looked up to you. You were always so smart. Always the top of the class. Always first in every competition. Great at sports. Great at cooking. Great at spreading happiness. You were and still are my idol. You were always looking to make differences. "There goes our little surgeon again," dad would always say. But I knew you weren't meant to be just a surgeon. You were meant for something bigger. Something I could never compare to. So what changed? Where did that Penny go?

I know that it was my fault she disappeared. You left everything behind to take care of us. Your academics. Your dreams. Your future. I was being selfish again. I couldn't do anything in my depression from the guilt. Even though we had barely turned 18, you were trying to be the strong one. I know that's why you turned to crimes. I know you did it all for me. But Penny, I couldn't let those illegal activities ruin you. When I finally came to my senses, I tried to stop you, but you wouldn't listen. Those people ate away at your brain. Corrupted those beautiful thoughts you had created. Then when I found out you were going to cross another line, I couldn't just stand there watching. I couldn't let you kill an innocent man. I knew if you did, the old Penny would never return. I had no other choice but to call the police. I know you felt betrayed that day. I'll never forget the look you gave me when you saw me standing behind the officer. I'm sorry Penny. I truly am.

I know what hurt you the most was that I took your name. Believe me, this time, I was not being selfish. This one time, I was trying to do something for you. I wanted you to break free of this life. I had hoped that after your sentence you would continue your life as you had left it. But what medical school would take you knowing the crimes you committed? What place would hire you? Who would marry you? You had such a perfect dream of walking down the aisle, hiding your stethoscope underneath your gown. I used to laugh at it, but now I realize how special that dream was. I couldn't let all this affect you. I knew the only way to save you from a dark future was to switch our names. I had already ruined half your life. You didn't say anything when I told the officer your name. Or should I say my name? You didn't argue or question anything. You just stared at me shocked. I knew I had lost you that day. I never had the courage of meeting your eyes again after you looked at me like that. I selfishly hid myself away from you and never visited. But I hope that one day you will see that I did it for you. When you come out, I will give you your name back. I will give you the honor of everything I have been doing since you left. Do you know I'm working on getting a shelter open for the homeless? It was one of your greatest dreams. That will be my gift for you Penny.

I know I have hurt you too much for you to forget everything, but if you can, please try to become the Penny you once were. There's the whole world waiting out here for you. Take it in your hand. Go to medical school. Become a scientist. Go out to space. I know you can do any of it if you find the light again. I'll help you find it. Every step of the way.

I love you Penny. I wish you the best in your life.

Your sister,

Stacey

My eyes flash over the letter a million times before I finally squeeze it towards my chest, looking off into nothingness. Something hits my hand, startling me. Then I realize. I'm crying. I don't know what to think. My heart is torn. My mind races back to the memories of those little girls. Back to me holding my arms tightly over her shivering, screaming body. Back to me being dragged away, still looking into her eyes, searching for an answer. I have my answer now. I was wrong. I was so wrong about her. Years after years of waiting for her to come see me. Explain why she did that. My mind wouldn't accept the betrayal. As the police brutally beat information out of me, I waited for her. She never came. And finally, I made my own answer. But I was wrong. How didn't I see it? How did I let my love for her turn into such intense hatred that I couldn't even let her die in peace and wanted her death at my own hands? I realize I'm sitting on my knees now. I shakily get up only to bend over and puke all over my shoes.

I straighten up and back up until I hit the freezer door. I let myself slide down to the floor. I sit there for a while. Just staring ahead of me. Until finally, after years of holding it all in, I drop the letters to the floor, wrap my arms around my legs, and with my face buried in my knees, I cry out all the pain.

Most of this chapter was the letter to Stacey, but I hope it was still an interesting read. I will have another chapter up asap. If you're still confused about anything, long story short Stacey and Penny's family died in a crash when Penny ran away. Penny was consumed with guilt and became incapacitated. So to help her sister and to keep them both alive, Stacey started doing illegal activity and Penny had her sent to jail to stop her. To keep Stacey from ruining her reputation, Penny had their identities switched. That's why in reality Stacey is Penny and Penny is Stacey. Stacey assumed the reason Penny did all this was so she could take over Stacey's life since Penny wasn't as smart or talented as Stacey, when in reality Penny was sacrificing her own future for her. Stacey will unveil more details on all of this later.

And also, as a reader noted, I wrote that time travel wouldn't allow Penny to come back to life again, but that is just one possible outcome. I agree that there are other ways I could have portrayed time travel, but this is how I theorize time travel to be like. Although after reading the review, I'm considering maybe doing an alternate ending where it was possible for Penny to come back. Let me know if this is something all of you would like to read.

Feel free to leave any suggestions for me on how to improve! Thank you so much for everyone who has added this to their favorites and to those who have reviewed. Until next time!