Nyla_02
"Who am I?" I growl at my so called parents. All my life I have been lied to. For the past 21 years, I have been lied to. Who am I? Is Washington my real brother? And if he wasn't, it would explain a lot. He couldn't shift, but I could. I hear voices in my head, he doesn't. And no, I wasn't crazy.
"You're Trenton. You always have been," my mom answers, sniffling. Can I even call her that anymore?
"How could you keep this a secret from me?" I wonder.
"Just, read the diaries. It'll answer most of your questions that we couldn't," my dad says, rising from the table, giving me privacy.
I sigh before opening the old and dusty book.
Mio figlio...