I told my family that I needed a glass of water as they followed the doctor. I really did need that glass of water, to help me think and calm down.
I got the glass, but it did not calm me down, so I went to the washroom and sat in one of the stalls.
“I pity the lady who was brought in with her twin.” Came voice one
“Me too. Did you hear what her parents said when coming in? They hoped it was the nun who got hurt and not their other daughter.” Said voice two.
“I did, what parents they are. If only she knew.” Said voice one as their footsteps receded out of the ladies.
So my parents would rather have me dead than my sister? So they loved Alice more than me?
Suddenly I no longer felt guilty. I put on my best actress face of sorrow and walked out to the doctors office.
“I am afraid your daughter has amnesia and she may never recover her memory at all.” I found the doctor saying as I got in.
“Pardon?” I ask mimicking Alice’s voice, the perks of acting as a talent.
“Eilish has lost her memory,” my mother says in fake sadness and I join the faking by asking in concern what we can do.
“I’m afraid nothing, she does not even have a five percent chance of recovery. All we can do is teach her who she used to be.” The doctor says
There is silence, a silence that rhymes with death in the air. Everyone is faking concern in this room. I am celebrating in my heart because I get the man I have always wanted. I also mourn because in my search for love I discovered my parents true feelings towards me.
