When Everything Pure Turns Evil

I was always told I was part of the family. They tried to convince me, but I just didn't feel like a part of them. I felt different. I was never comfortable with the people I lived with my whole life... I guess I should have asked my mother why I felt this way sooner. It turns out I was right the whole time. I wasn't part of the family; I wasn't part of anything in that house. I was part of a family I never knew. I had never met my real parents or anyone I was actually related to. Or maybe I was. I remember meeting a nineteen-year-old boy who acted like he was my brother. My mother told me that I might have some kind of connection to him, but we would have to do some tests to be sure. A ll I know is that if I don't get out of the house I live in right now, my younger sister could do something horrible. I think I may know what it is, but I'm not sure. I guess I'll just have to leave one day so save the family I've lived with my whole life...