I don't know where to start so we will just start at the beginning. I was born a twin, Dad didn't want twins so my brother was put up for adoption. My parents quickly picked up on my traits even as an infant I was opinionated and loved to "sing" But soon my parents would stop caring because they would have another child a little boy named Anthony who becomes the world while I'm still the backdrop. Later people tell me I was lucky but I have never felt that way.
"Mom, why do i have to go to public schools? Anthony is home-schooled!"
"because you need the social skills"
"bu-"
"That is final Danni now to the bus stop with you,fourth grade" she says handing me my water bottle and backpack. If I had only known then just how horrible that day would end.
I was a good student well I fourth-gradeskipping third grade was probably the best part of that year. The worst... well I mean we will get to that soon.
So blah blah blah regular school day no friends to call my own but I had a fear that people knew I had a twin brother and knew I had been picked from us two or that I'd see him walk through the doors screaming at me as a monster who had stolen his family, truth be told he can have them.
But I remember this day like no other i replay it in my head over and over wanting to forget.
My afternoon bus is late but arrives at last only to deliver me to a broken a home. A home i had left together. Walking in seeing your dead papa at the bottom of the stairs and proceeding to yell "papa please wake up papa we need you!" failing to notice my lifeless brother on the kitchen floor not even six feet from me. I ran upstairs what was I thinking! Its like i was trying to get myself Killed. My mother sits n the bathroom counter staring into her reflection face and hands blood stained and the mirror smeared. "Mama... whats happening?" she laughed then turned "its the slaughter house" and fell off the counter "and the devils ready for you" i ran from her down the road and straight to a random house with a cop car out front. i knocked like a mad man like i was going crazy. a sweet lady opened the door looking so inviting "oh well hello what seems to be the problem?" i hear her husband yell from the back "who is it honey" i gasped "police" she looked at me "what?" i stuttered the words out "I-I need p-police" she looks surprised "George honey can you come her a second!" she yells "one second" he replies "NO NOW!" she responds as I begin crying. I remember he came running and as son as he saw me knelt "hey hey hey whats the matter here, Lisa?" she responded "I don't know she keeps saying police" I point to his car he nods "yes" he says with almost a laugh "that's me" i pull his hand noticing his holster and hoping he can help my papa the whole way. "whoa there" i pull harder till he gives.
As we approach the door i slow down
"What is it?"
"mama..."
"did your dad hit her?"
I look up "please save papa"
He opens the door more blood on the walls now I run past him to papa "papa wake up! Papa George is gonna save you"
the officer looks at me weird i later realized that was because he hadn't ever heard me speak. he lowered down and was trying to find a pulse
"do you have a brother a sister any siblings?"
"Yes... His name is Anthony"
"whats your name" he says reaching for his radio
"Farrah"
"Farrah that's pretty, Now Farrah I'm gonna ask you to go back to my house okay?"
"okay... why?"
"We need you safe."
safety is the last thing I felt that day. Fear panic and pain were more like it. But i was safe... safe from mother....
"No"
"Farrah go"
"NO I WONT LEAVE MY PAPA"
"where is your mother at then?"
"mama is upstairs"
"where is your brother?"
"I-I don't know..."
"ok... I'm going upstairs stay here"
I remember him going upstairs seeing he holding the gun up and lowering in horror i later saw the photos since the crime scene was banned from me at the time my brother stuffed with towels and rags and smile tied with blood on the mirror saying... Puppenmacherin... oh mama...
the funeral was strange, well as strange as it can be when your mum murders your brother and father. They had me speak in front of everyone George and Lisa came which was nice because well he was looking for mum. This was about the time i realized my mother is a murderer and needs to face this. cause she is the Puppenmacherin. she is the doll maker.
