Darker Than Blood

-II-

[ II - The Beginning of The End 2.o ]

January 23, 2012

Amora Black

Hi, I'm Amora Black. I'm 16, almost 17, years old and I'm from Mystic Falls, Virginia. I happen to have a younger twin sister by 14 minutes, which gives me an advantage over her, as minimal as it can be. I consider myself cheerful, kind and fun to hang around with, and so was Addison, a short time ago. But that feels like centuries ago.

A lot has changed.

Our small family of mom, dad, Addison and I is breaking apart, and we were once a close-knit family. I don't understand why mom and dad are getting a divorce, they were once so happy together, from family videos to long weekend vacations together, just the two of them, which meant fun sleepovers at our friend's house. Now it's a sad thought when thinking about family, Addison can't stand it so she closes herself off from everyone and sleeps a lot and barely talks. I try to understand her coping mechanisms but I feel like Anna and Elsa from Frozen, although Elsa is Addison, even if she's the youngest. That aside, Addison keeps pushing me away, I think she can't even stand the sight of me anymore. I want to make her feel better about this whole divorce situation but nothing seems to be getting through to her. Aunt Victoria is trying now after mom and dad finalized their divorce, they gave us a few choices.

A) Alternate on who they wanted us to stay with on the weekends without a decision on who our custodian would be

B) Our custody was to be given to either one of them but we don't get to see the other; example, if we stay with mom, we can only see dad during vacations or vice versa

C) We choose to move in with the emotionally closest relative

In our case, Addison and I came up to a mutual agreement of choosing C. And we then moved to Beacon Hills, California to live with our loving Aunt Victoria. Aunt Victoria had three children, they're all grown up now, the youngest being 28 and living in Wisconsin as a university student in the Department of History of the University of Wisconsin- Madison. Aunt Victoria is 52 years old, based on what mom told me before we moved, and Aunt Victoria has always been our favorite aunt, she also went to the University of Wisconsin and became a history teacher until recently when she decided that she didn't want to teach, "snot nose kids that only have sex and idiocy in their tiny pea sized brains'. Her words, not mine.

That aside, Aunt Tori, as I call her, said she would love to have Addison and I move in with her; but she was sorely disappointed in the way Addison had begun acting the minute we moved in. And it wasn't Aunt Tori's fault at all, it was our parent's fault since they decided to tear our family apart. See the thing was, during the month of December, Addison and I spent our time packing our belongings and having them moved here, to Beacon Hills. We made sure to say goodbye to all our friends during the last week of December and stayed for two weeks as a trial stay at Aunt Tori's. After the two weeks were up, we went back to Mystic Falls to say our final goodbye to our parents before they moved split up and stayed last week there. Yesterday afternoon was our flight from Mystic Falls to Beacon Hills but we arrived here considerably early, no more than 8 pm, so if Addison's excuse for being tired is the flight, she's going to have to act more convincing.

And that dear diary is all I have to say about today. I'm really nervous about my first day and wonder if I'll make any friends at Beacon Hills High, I am mostly worried about Addison though. She probably will close herself off and ignore everyone there, but I can't let her stay like this. Supposedly, it's acceptable for a person to feel depressed for a few weeks, few months and maybe a year, but Addison is taking this to a whole new level. I know my sister, she can lie all she want about being fine, but I can see it in her eyes, she's depressed. And you know what's the worst part? She doesn't want my help at all in the matter, hell she doesn't even want my opinion in certain things at all. And that hurts, dear diary. Which is why today, I'm going to do everything I possibly can to make my sister feel better and turn her frown upside down. Wish me luck.