I wasn't always the only child and I know that to be a fact. I remember my twin sister, Ivey, I remember it was always "Iris and Ivey come here" never just Iris.. my parents tell me I made it all up. I don't remember what happened to her because we were so young but I know she use to be here with me, I remember being in the tree house with her, I remember our mom and dad coming in and telling us to go to bed when we would stay up giggling at every little thing, I remember her being my best friend. After she disappeared and I would ask my mom would say "iris what are you talking about sweetheart?" after a few times of getting looked at like I was mental I stopped asking about my dear sister Ivey.. I was a pretty normal kid growing up. When I was 15, I asked about my sister again, my mother and father snapped and freaked out on me and locked me up in a house for the crazy. I was there for almost 3 years, going through therapy, after the first 6 months my parents and all other family stopped visiting, stopped calling and then all the letters stopped. My shrink really made me believe that I made Ivey up, that she was never there, I just needed a friend when I was young and when I didn't need that friend she disappeared and that's why my parents knew nothing of her. A little part of me believed her, but a bigger part of me believed that had a sister, but I acted like I didn't and I just needed a friend. A week before my 18th birthday I was to be put back into society , I was fixed in their eyes, i was normal and I was able to cope in the real world, but I knew I was cable of being on my own the whole time. The night before I was to go back to my family I went to bed very ready for the next morning. I went to sleep and while I was dreaming, I seen my sister in my dreams. We were in my treehouse, sitting there, it was like real time we were celebrating our 18th birthdays, like we had celebrated birthdays so many years ago. Ivey looked at me with sad eyes, "Iris don't let them make you forget about me... don't let them do this to ... don't let them brainwash you, you have to remember what they did to me, you have to find me." I woke up crying, and I didn't sleep for the rest of the night. It came time for me to come home, and my parents were waiting for me acting like the perfect family, like they had not abandoned me in that godforsaken place. I got home and went somewhere I never go, down into the basement, and went through boxes of pictures.. And I found pictures of Ivey and I, I knew she was real.. Now I have to figure out what happened to her and why no one wants me to know, or anyone else to know. I combed every box in the basement, and I found a key.. I went up to the attic to see if there was any more up there any clues of finding my sister, or what happened to her. But the door was locked, then I remembered the key I had, it was a match. I turned the key slowly and opened the door slowly and walked into to the dark room, which was weird because there were windows but no light. I turned my flashlight on and seen so many boxes, and then I walked through the maze of boxes to another room, and unlocked the door and there sitting on a bed was my sister...
