{ UNEDITED } There are apologies that I am still owed, and if I'm being honest those apologies will most likely never be delivered. Likewise there are apologies that I still owe, and I will never get the chance to deliver them the proper way. However, the most important apologies are the ones that I owe myself. I would think that I wasn't good enough, when all along, I have always been more than enough. I changed who I was to fit in, or not fit in to somewhere I should have. My image was based on how others saw me, and I let myself go. I'd say, it's time for some character development.

{ UNEDITED } When I was ten years old, I fell from a tree. My bloody hands and scraped knees were enough proof for my father to know that I was hurting. He helped me clean up the small amount of blood, and even bandaged my wounds. He told me that I would feel better in the morning, which for the most part I had. At ten years old, I tried to take my own life because my internal wounds were not enough proof for my father to know that I was hurting. He did not help me clean up the internal mess, or bandage the mental wounds that I and others have created.

{ UNEDITED } Sometimes our heart weeps what we sow But we don't always sow What we weep. I always wanted to test the limits Until the day I found myself in my bedroom With cuts and bruises From the people who raised me. Being a kid means learning To grow up on your own when you Have to deal with Your parents arguing in the background We as humans are made stubborn, We don't like being told what to do because We know that if anyone tried To stop us they'd give up because we as Children are always Right.

{ UNEDITED } As the worry left his face, determination set in. "You're right. We have a sister somewhere, and we deserve to know if she is dead or alive, and where she is." He pulled the ladder out of the closet in the hallway, and set it up underneath the door for the attic. Walking up, with the key in his hands, he stopped before reaching the padlock. "Are we sure?" ... "Mom always told me that it wasn't safe for me down there, so I've been locked away up here my whole life," I spoke, looking between the two of them. "She never told me I had siblings, let alone a twin sister." Why didn't she ever tell me I had siblings? Why was I locked away and not them too? I had so many questions, questions that from the sound of it, would never be answered. ... Alana and I picked up food from AJ's Restaurant & Bar since it was our favorite place to eat with Mom and Dad. The ladder was already in the hallway for when we were ready to face this all again.

{ UNEDITED } The last thing I remember before the apparent complete darkness is grabbing Savannah's wallet and putting it in my jacket pocket before looking for my own. We were about to stop for gas, and I was going to go inside and pay since I had to use the bathroom. The last thing I remember is hearing Savannah's baby laugh, and Savannah's high pitched scream. The last thing I remember feeling? My stomach fell six feet underneath me.

{ UNEDITED } I've never been the one to catch feelings so fast for someone. They say that you can't fall in love with someone after only knowing them a couple of hours, but here I am, nearly completely in love with Andrew. Sure, it's the first time I've known of his existence and seen him in the flesh, and we're already in trouble with a punishment because I helped him take his straightjacket off, but I say this makes for one hell of a love story.

CURRENTLY IN THE PROCESS OF BEING REWRITTEN!