//Just for fun//

Grandma.

My mom insists that we visit grandma every year on her birthday, even though my brother and I never want to. I cannot explain why, mom and dad do not understand that it is just boring at grandmas. We are 19 now, they believe that we are still kids that are not able to sit at home for six hours. Like, it is 2012, they could just call if something happens. But I love my grandma, so does my brother Brandon, so we are going to visit her. It is her 85th birthday, so we are going to survive it. It was quite a long ride, about two hours. I missed my grandma, she is a great old woman and for her age she looks great. I asked when the others would arrive. My mom grinned at me, so did my dad and my grandma. I looked to Brandon, he was as confused as me. We did not do very much, just eating and talking, what else should we do? The hours went by, we got nothing to do. I do not know what really happened next, but I think I fell asleep. I woke up in the car, on our way home. This year only I came back, and my parents started acting like I never had a brother. "Where is Brandon? ". He was not in the car, his seat was empty. "What do you mean honey? Who is Brandon?" I did not know if I was just sleepy, but I know that I was shocked. "What do you mean mom? Brandon, my brother. To be exactly: He is my twin." She looked at me like I was crazy. Maybe I was? "Honey, Selena, you are our only child. We never had a Babyboy named Brandon, even though I love that name. Fate was not on our side nineteen years ago." I still did not understand. I was like "You two are joking, right? This is not funny." They did not answer me. I cried silently in my room, maybe I was really crazy? Did I just imagine my whole life? Am I really living? Or am I just a character in a videogame? I did not know where I went wrong in my life, I started questioning everything. Are my parents even my parents? My life is just a big, big lie.

Every time I wanted to ask a question about Brandon, my brain stopped. My mouth just did not open. It was like he was slowly erasing from my mind. I remembered less and less. "Selena!" I heard my name. The voice is warm and deep. It was the voice from a young man. I did not recognize it. My memories faded away, slowly. I always had the feeling that I forgot something. I hated this feeling. But I heard every day my name, always the same voice. But who is calling me? I heard it clean and loud. I want to remember, but the more I try, the more it fades away. In the middle of the day it felt like someone ripped my heart right from my chest. Since this day I feel alone, there is a big hole where my heart is supposed to be. Something is missing.

I woke up in a hospital. I saw white and a young man standing there. He looks like me. "Selena! Thank god, I thought I lost you too.. We had an accident, I will explain everything to you, but mom and dad passed away, you were in a coma for six months. I am so happy you are alive" He cried and hugged me.

"Who are you?"