This Box Contains My Life Now

Chapter 1

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                 Chapter 1
               Violets P.O.V
"She's Gone." "It's your fault." "She may be dead." "Stop it, stop being happy while she's out there, sick or worried or dead." "You should've been in her place." They close me off, trapping me. Whisppering into my ear. "No!" I scream. "No!". But I know it's true. It's my fault.
Then she appears.
"Just admit it Violet. Admit that it's your fault. Its your fault I'm gone."

I wake up in a cold sweat. My wavy curls sticking damply to my face. I gasp as I realised what happened.
It happened again. This is the second week in a row Violet, maybe they're speaking the truth, maybe she is correct.
"No Violet, don't listen to your crap." I say trying to shake the dream off. But sometimes I have to. Beacause she's there. Reyna

Oh Reyna, why, oh why did you have to go?
That's the point Violet, you don't know why, that's why this is happening.
Reyna , my sister, went missing a year ago. Just poof, out of the blue,gone. Syonara sucka's!

We've filed reports, looked every where in probally the whole of San Diego and nothing. But that was only in the beggining when only shock was there. Then the grief kicked in. The doubt. The fear. The ben and jerry's and your bed at three a.m staring at the ceiling for guidance. For hope. For anything. Just staying in your bed all day, Facing the depression, Skipping school. Then the big question."Why?". "Why did she leave?". "Was it because of me?". "Was it my fault. "What did we do wrong"." What was she facing"." How couldn't of we known?".

After a while you start to soften. You might even get better by eight months or a year. You start to do your normal routine again. But the questions still linger.

I've been getting better myself. My family's better too. They understand the bond between me and Reyna though . She was my twin of course.

I started having the nightmares in the beggining. It started
out simple, faceless, pitch black, shadow people. Whispering these "profanities" into my ear. Inclosing me in a circle. Mirrors , mirrors everywhere. Then I fell into a black whole. I would usually wake up by then.
The dreams soon stopped happening. But this week they started happening again. Same thing, but then Reyna appeared. She said it was the truth, I should just admit that it's my fault she is gone. Yeah, it gets to me but I have to shake it off. Life has been going on so well recently. I lay here, in my bed. The darkness seeps through my window. I only now realise how early it is. I take a glance at my virtual clock and groan.
"It has to be fuffin' three A.M in the morning" I moan. I have school today.
So I face the struggle and go back to sleep.