Anastasia Reid

Chapter 1

Hi I am Anastasia 'Stacey' Dayna Reid. At the moment I live with my 10 years older brother Spencer Reid, I am going to recall my life for you in a moment but here is a reminder to all keep an open mind with my story.

I was born on December 5th 1991 to Diana and William Reid. I have an older brother Spencer who was 10 years old at this point. Some point from my birthday to Spencer's next birthday our father left, so I never knew him. But he left us with a paranoid Schizophrenic as a mother so Spencer took care of me on the days our mother wouldn't/couldn't get out of bed. Throughout my young years my mother read books to us. I always knew my brother was smart but I was too young to realised he was a genius. 

By the age of six I knew my brother was a genius. He was 16 and in college but he slept there during the week and when he was there he made sure I was with an aunt or uncle. At the age of eight I never thought I could forgive him again since he put our mother into a psychiatric hospital. After he stayed in Las Vegas a bit and took care of me, but one day he sat me down and told me he was moving. He couldn't or wouldn't take me with him and he didn't want to keep looking after me as well so our father came and got me. I sadly had to move in with him it was okay at first and I started to get to know him. But he was a lawyer and worked long hours in different places so he did not have much time for a child. but the school called him in and told him I was gifted so I skipped grades they also told him that I would probably keep skipping grades. I visited my mother often she would read me the letter Spencer wrote. I wished he would write to me but he didn't know where I lived. At home with dad was horrible, I wasn't fed enough an he didn't wash my clothes. I had to do it. I maintained my appearance at school so I wouldn't get bullied even more than I did. I hate my father. He doesn't care about me at first he did. I always thought it was me or something that I had done to make him not care so much or I reminded him of my mother or Spencer. Or could it be that it's because I was born. But when my mother was lucid she said it wasn't my fault, I also partially resented my brother he left me with a neglectful father and schizophrenic mother. I use to analyse everything and I would worry about getting schizophrenia since is me and my brother are both geniuses  if he gets it will I? I wanted to see him or at least tell him I love him. So I wrote a letter and put it in the same envelope as my mother's reply went in. I never heard back from him he replied to my mother's I think he didn't read it or read it and didn't want to reply to me. I kept writing there was still no response so I was sure it was me, my father hated me and now so does my brother. 

DEREK: I walked passed Reid's desk daily and I always see the normal mail from his mother but there was now also letters from a girl named Stacey. He had left a few open so I skimmed them and there was no hint to who this girl is. but he also had a pad of paper on his desk it looked like he was trying to write a letter. I thought it was to that girl, Stacey. So I guessed he hadn't responded yet. But who ever leaves Spencer Reid confused or can't get his words out must be someone really important. 

SPENCER: I was too scared to reply to my sisters mail but also lost for words what do you say to some one you haven't seen in 4 or 5 years. Like was I supposed to act like nothing happened, I left her. But I had questions in my head. Does she live close to our mother? How is she? What does she look like? All of hose thoughts lead me to open the letters. It seemed she was doing well. She was a genius like me. She missed me and still loved me. But the recent letters came less frequently well barley ever and they weren't happy like they use to be they were probably forced by our mother or asking is he was the problem. I didn't want to engage with her but I had to she ask is she could come down and stay with our mother after I summoned her to the Buro since she knew a murder. I replied and told her it was unnecessary at first then alright.

ANASTASIA: When my brother summoned my mother because of a case I knew I had to escape and my father was just happy I was leaving I wrote to Spencer telling him I was coming to stay with mum. This time he responded that it was unnecessary but mum had been going on about me that whole time so he agreed. I was thirteen years old. I packed a bag and got a plane to Dulles airport then some people in suits picked me up they took my to the FBI escorted me up to in the elevator and took me into an office pace full of busy people in suits but no Spencer. Then they escorted me to what looked like a meeting room. My mother was sat rocking in the corner I hurried over and got her to settle down. She was knitting as some people came into the room, Spencer was there I knew it  was him even though I haven't seen him for 4 and a half years and I can't forget him. I stood up and looked at him, everyone was staring like we where supposed to hug each other. We hugged awkwardly and then I sat back down with my mother. I was very silent until my mother started acting up. She was picking at her skin with her finger nails then with her knitting needles. I was trying to get then out of her hands and settle her again. Then i turned around looked at Spencer "Has she took her medication?"
He responded with "She didn't want it Stacey." 

I said "She never wants it yet I still force her too take it. The hospital can't make her so I have to because I don't wanna see her like this. And since you left, you don't get to call me Stacey." He looked at the floor did I just embarrass him?

SPENCER: My sister I love her. But she started raising her voice about me not forcing mum to take her medication. How could I? She is a legal adult it is her chose. 

ANASTASIA: I turned around when mum said "Anastasia it was my chose I want to be able to remember the man." I walked over and kneeled down and said "Mum do not put a investigation over your health." But she was one hundred percent sure she didn't want her medication. That night we went back to Spencer's and I slept on the couch.