Her Role

Crime

The next five years after that day my life got better but never calmed down. Only months after adopting me they adopted another kid. With a background check I discovered the kid, a young boy, was a descendant of my father, (turns out at one point had cheated on my mother), when I found this out I told him we had the same great-great-great-great-grandfather, and he freaked. But once I did give solid evidence he believed me and we both kept the information from our adopted parents. Together we went to school, made friends and our lives grew better, until three years later our adopted parents were hit by a car driving home. We both were orphans again but this time I did not want to go back in foster care and be separated from my "half brother" so I made us both fake ids. Claiming I was 20 and brother was 16. From there we got a house off grid away from prying eyes and our lives got much better. But I was still drawn to New York every few days sometimes months I visited my moms grave. The first time seeing her grave was awful and I was a mess. As time went on though it became easier, now I no longer flew into hysterics at just the sight of it. Don't get me wrong I still cried but I felt more controlled, more okay. As time went on however I visited it less and less. We were running out of money fast and I was working and so was my "brother" but it wasn't enough, eventually I cracked.

At first it was only small things food, money, clothes but as time went on I stole more and more and my small crimes grew, before I knew it I even had my "brother" roped in. It became exhilarating. Stealing, not getting caught, and I enjoyed it more and more. This terrified me, I had always been well behaved and a typical good girl and I felt like now I was turning into my father which I hated, but I couldn't stop and knew this. So I did the next best thing I got someone who could ground me. A young dog who I found at the shelter. He looked so depressed, so cute. I couldn't say no. He was different from every other dog, I knew it the moment I saw him. But this was also the day I found out about my special ability, I could talk to animals. I only knew this now because he had spoken to me and I had understood him. I never told anyone about my gift including my "brother". At first the dog was perfect he helped me relax and kept me sane, we grew closer and closer until yet again disaster struck.