Gaurdian angel

This is a project I had to do for my creative writing class. I will continue to post stories from that class. Comment if you have any ideas. I need all the help I can get

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Catherine Catejo Christian

Ever since that day, the one we don't talk about, things have been different. At first we all went into shock, we were all too numb to do anything. Things like this didn't happen to people like us, not good people. We never did anything bad, we followed all the rules, we never rebelled. We were the perfect family. Yet in an instant our picture perfect family we had worked so hard for was gone. You can't be a family of four with only three members. And I'm still not sure I count as a full person anymore. What happened to us..... to me is only supposed to happen in the dead of night in dark alleyways. Not in the middle of the day with lots of people around you. Yet no one helped us, no one saw the two little ten year old twins yanked into the back of a white van. But then no one saw that same van two weeks later when it dropped me off, bloody and unconscious in front of a pizza shop full of people. And no one ever saw my twin brother ever again. Now I am completely broken no matter what I say or what you see I will never be whole again. After all what is a girl without her twin?

"Jessica lets go. You need to know what it feels like to have a real I.D at the bar not a fake one we conned some nerd into making." I turn to my "best friend" and laugh, but anyone that was paying any kind of attention would've known it was fake. Violet stopped paying attention a long time ago. The picture in my lap once again draws my attention. The twinkling brown eyes so much like mine were when I was ten, draw my attention to the rest of him. His black as night hair is once again in his eyes just like mine always is. His skinny frame still somehow fits the rest of his body perfectly. Lucas has a swish of paint across his forehead and is giggling at the camera. I laugh as I remember this day. He was painting another one of his masterpieces or at least that's what he called them. I had bumped into him and it then caused him to smear paint all of his canvas. I laughed as I ran away as fast as my ten year old legs could carry me away from my identical twin brother. This was taken the same day we were kidnapped eleven years ago to the day. Just hours before actually.

"Jessie lets go you're holding everyone up." Not for the first time I resist the urge to break her perfectly straight nose. I mean come on we both know that is not done without a little help from the good doctor and it's not like her dad can't afford It anyway.

"Coming Vi." I put the picture back in my bag before locking my front door to my mediocre apartment and climbing into the limo Violet insisted we bring.

"Finally I thought you were going to stay holed out in that place forever. Girl you need to get out more." I was about to state I leave the house every day but was interrupted by one of the guys that is tagging along.

"Besides school Jessie." I laugh with them but once again my heart isn't in it.

"Sorry guys but going to school for both a degree to become a lawyer and a small medical degree is not cheap nor does it leave me a lot of free time." One of the other girls comes to my defense.

"Yea and every spare moment she has she spends with us or other people. We all know Jessie doesn't like to be alone." Once again they laugh at my expense. They don't know why I want to be around people. They don't know why the light scares me so much more than the dark.

"Whatever guys. But uh since it's my birthday who's buying the drinks?" The girls all look at the guys and the guys all look at each other. I sigh as I succeed in diverting the attention. The guys all groan. "Why do we have to pay?" I laugh and this time it's not as hard.

"Because I'm a full time student and the only job I have to help pay for that is a cheap waitress job. Not much extra cash. Besides you guys dragged me out here it only fair right girls?" The all nod and quickly agree with me. A cool breeze brushed over me and I shiver. A voice floats in my head but I don't wince any more.

"Smooth talker." It's the same voice I've heard since I was ten and woke up in the hospital. I didn't tell anyone because it's the only thing I half left with my brother. It's his voice and I wouldn't want to get rid of it. I smirk because it's true. There have been multiple times I have talked my way out of the police station. Of course it probably helped that I am female and there is nothing but male cops working there. The limo slows to a stop and sits for a few minutes. We sit there and wait for the door to open. It does on the opposite side of me. I sigh as I realize I'm going to be the last one out. Once we have all pulled ourselves out our cramped positions, I grab the hand offered and gracefully pull myself out. We walk past the long line, ignoring the grumbling and moaning from the people forced to wait. With just a small smile at the bouncer were engulfed in bright lights and loud music. Once again the voice floats through my head.

"Happy twenty first sis." I smile

"Happy twenty first Lucas."