anchor ➸ liam dunbar [1] [EDITING]

Dark Secrets

Here I was, standing in what I thought to be my home. The place that I grew up in. The place where I had good memories and bad memories. The place that I wanted to run away from.

I can still hear every cry, see every tear and feel absolute pain. I can see my younger self comforting my wounded brother. My younger self who was a 'perfect daughter' to her daddy's friends.

The place that I would go to when missing my brother. The place that would automatically heal all my problems when I step in. The place where I felt loved and hated at the same time but didn't really care.

For what? For it to turn into a lie 3 years later. To find out that I wasn't related to anyone who lived here. To found out that I was actually related to Scott McCall. To find out that I was really adopted.

I scan through all the extra boxes that was kept hidden in the attic. Looking at every single photo that I has taken with Issac. Photos I had taken with Scott and Issac. We all looked so happy, so natural. But of course it wasn't real, nothing in this house was real. All the times I've been called a daughter by Issac's dad, all the times I've called Issac my brother..... All for nothing. But why? Why was I adopted? Couldn't they handle having a extra child? Didn't they want another child? Was I just a mistake? So many questions with such simple answers.

I made my way to the room I'd once stayed in. The room was painted a light pink on one wall, the rest was painted cream. I run my hands through all the clothes the I had kept here, all the unwanted clothes that I didn't want anymore. I open every draw emptying out everything, that's until a letter caught my attention. The letter that I had always kept kidden, in case I needed it. I curiously open it and hold it as tightly as I could due to trembling hands.

"Dear Issac..." I read out loud "remember the time when I caught you in your room with a bunch of pills all around you. Remember when I sat there crying hoping you didn't take your life, remember when you woke up and I hugged you tightly and didn't let go for hours. Remember when I told you all the good times we had..." I wipe away the few tears that had fallen. "Especially that time when I dressed you all in pink.." I take a deep breath "Did you ever think at the moment, the moment you popped open the pills, did you ever think about me? Your younger sister who would be heart broken, the person who cared about you the most, the person who would do anything for you. The one who treated all your cuts that our father had caused...Did you ever think about me?" I clutch the paper tighter then before, struggling to keep going. "what happened if you didn't survive? what happened if you had taken one more pill? Why didn't you tell me? was this just a one time thing? or was you suicidal? Was it because of dad? was it someone else? was it me? Was I that bad of a sister, that I was the reason why? If so, then I'm sorry for the pain. I'm sorry for everything that I'd caused. But I guess you will never see this, right? So why bother? What's the meaning beside all of this? Was it just a way to vent? A way to silently shout at you? I don't even know the own answers to my questions. It's funny really, I ask so many questions and yet I don't know the answers, so how will you? And here I am, keep ranting and writing at this stupid paper that you won't even see. Won't even answer my unanswered questions. Well I guess I should really stop writing now. So how do I end this? Just leave say bye or pop open some pills, no joke indented" I wipe the tears that had left my eyes and sunk to the floor. I want to rip the letter apart and pretend it never existed, to pretend he never tried to commit suicide and that I never wrote this.

But I guess some things, you can't forget. 

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PLOT TWIST

So this is where my my second book will start taking place, the reason why she ran away and stuff.

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