Baby, No One Asked

Eleven years ago, my family had an accident. My oldest sister and our father died. Because of the trauma of losing her oldest daughter and her husband at the same time, my mother suicide. My older sister and I were adopted by loving families. My eldest sister had a fiance and he promised my father he would protect his girls.

Four years ago, my only sister died too.
Silas, my oldest sister's fiancé, tried to protect her, but he failed, because he died too.

Or atleast, that's what it was said. I knew it wasn't true. It couldn't. Silas Knight couldn't die of an explosion.

The explosion which caused my sister's death.

Who's responsible for so many deaths?

Is the same person who is responsible for destroys such a beautiful soul, for an ugly one?

Are we the same person we pretend to be?