I'm starting to remember things. I'm starting to go crazy.. But... It can't. It just doesn't make sense. You spent hours thinking about how it could be possible. Cameron, he..he had to be your brother, right? But he doesn't look like me.. nonsense! Haha, you both look very similar I mean your guys' hair, you both have it wavy... Wait.... Actually... Cams hair is uh, straight...No... You guys, you grew up together, by each other's side, right? No no... Wait what... I, I remember something, yes! Cameron, I can't...can't remember the last name but hey, he... I remember, he-he... That's, no... That looks so much like...WHAT....no!no! He.... He can't... Just...no...but..he is, and oh god.. Oh god! CAMERON ISN'T MY BROTHER!? He, I, we, what? Then, what happened? To my parents? You spend days. Weeks. On research. And found a killer, by the name of Jennifer Dallas, or...your stepmom... She, she was suspected of the murder of mr and mrs Perez? W-wait... They look? I look...a lot like.... Then you read the most horrific, sad, confusing thing ever.
"This single mother, whose loving husband was killed months before her, had a beautiful daughter, at age four, Hailey Alexandra Perez."
No... She couldn't, then the picture showed. That, that was definitely me... That's why, why we can't remember.. Cameron's parents killed my parents, and took me in as their own! That's why I was treated like a slave! Maybe, maybe that's why, why I have feelings for Cameron. Maybe that's why I love him. Then, a memory flashed. As kids..
"One day, we're going to get married, and love each other forever and ever like my mommy and daddy" he smiled "oh, we're too little, maybe when we're grown ups." you said, and you turned and hugged him. Cameron... He, we loved each other?
