I've never really been one for happy endings, I never believed in love at first sight. Or the sparks you get when you kiss that someone. No... I never believed any of that stuff. You see I have never been loved. Not by a mother, or a father. Maybe my sister. But it wouldn't matter anymore.
The day my family got in a car crash had to have been the worst day of my life, the pain, the failure, the loss. But not for my parents, not for my rich parents that don't give a fuck about me and my sister.
But for the wonderful girl that had to die that day with them, my gorgeous sister. With curly blond hair and sparkling blue eyes that look nothing like my own. Hers were a dark blue with sparks of green in them, while my own were a light blue. My hair didn't resemble hers either, mine was wavy brown hair that reached half way down my back. It was odd to some people, how different we looked. Since we were twins, people always wondered how twins could look SO different. Yet so alike. How they argued over everything, but loved each other with their whole heart.
The day I lost my twin sister.