Adopted (a Fall Out Boy/Pete Wentz fan fic)

Chapter 76

Brandie's pov 

Ryan shook his head at Hemingway before asking, 

"What day is it?" 

I looked at my phone saying, "The 19th why?" 

He pulled something out of his pocket saying, "We can open it! It's been exactly 7 years!" My eyes widened and he ran over. 

Once we were situated I took the envelope from Ryan. Slowly I opened to it, to see it was filled with papers and pictures. 

I pulled out a picture and saw it was me and Becka on our 10th birthday. Both of us in similar outfits. I smiled before pulling out another picture. Slowly my smile dropped. It was me and her in the hospital right before she died. 

I flipped it over and found Becka's messy handwriting, and slowly I began to read. 

'Dear B,

I'm so so sorry I left you and Ryro. Please understand that I did what I needed too, and I'll always be watching over you and him. Mostly Ryan because he's a clumsy ass fucker. Yes I cursed deal with it. I guess you want to know why I did it. Well being in the orphanage was enough. But then me being sent to live with our aunt was the last straw. I need you and only seeing you on holidays, not even sometimes, and birthdays wasn't enough. God Brandie I hope you're there reading this 7 years after I'm gone. You're so much stronger then I am and I know you can make it. Thank you for holding my hand in the ambulance, thank you for never giving up on me. I guess the problem is I gave up on myself. And I know you felt it when I did it, and I'm sorry you went through that. Tell Ryro I love him too and there's a note for him on the back of the picture of the three of us on our 13th birthday. 

Love, 

Becka Emilia Marie Pacer'

I leaned on Ryan, tears clouding my vision. I waited 7 years to open this envelope, and all it did was bring back heart break. 

He took the picture asking, "What'd it say?" 

"For you to look on the back of the picture of the three of us on our 13th birthday for your note." I whispered. 

He nodded and I added, "Becka also says you're a clumsy ass fucker. So therefore I am right." 

Ryro shook his head retorting, "I am not clumsy! Nor am I a fucker! So your argument is incorrect!" 

A small laugh escaped my throat before I replied, "You can't argue with the dead." My voice cracked when I said dead. I stood up and grabbed my crutches, before making my way to my room as fast as I could. 

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Once I was in my room I grabbed chalk, easers, and a mirror.  After I erased everything on the walls I set up the mirror, and grabbed my chalk before starting to draw. 

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After a while I was finished. I quickly wrote, 'Becka' over her head before sitting on my bed. I stared at her and she stared at me. God I wish she was here in person. She should be. Why'd she give up on herself? Why'd she have to be sent away from me. Why would they do that to twins? I knew she needed me, they knew she needed me. But they still sent her away.