Sweet Pain

Nonexistent

You look at the outside of our house and you think perfection and money. You look inside and see more perfection and more money. Most people know of five people living there, my parents and three brothers. However no one except the state and my "perfect" family knows that I, Alexandria, exist. I am locked up in our attic and I am not to be seen or heard. I haven't spoken in since I was six, ten long years of silence. My parents didn't want a girl, they wanted four boys. They expected to have twin boys when they found out they were having twins, I guess luck wasn't on their side. Yeah, you heard me correctly I have a twin. Both sixteen and if I were a boy like my parents wanted you wouldn't be able to tell us apart. Twins are suppose to be inseparable but I think he's forgotten that we are twins. Alexander, my twin, hasn't been allowed to see me in ten years, at age six everything was taken from me. My brother, my right of speech, and my freedom. The only thing I did wrong was being born a girl, at least I think that's the only reason. Maybe there's another, I don't know.