Nobody knew what happed to him until it was truly to late, A drunk driver on the wrong side of the road,a life taken for no reason,a family left to grieve.

　　But what nobody knew was he had a twin sister;a sister left with extreme PTSD truth is nobody really know greif until it's laying lifeless in the stone cold ground.The first day back at school after something traumatic happened is like having an alarm in the back of your head that never stops ringing people asking if I'm okay or how I'm feeling my insides make me want to scream in there face "of course I'm not ok my brother just died" but stupid institution just makes me say "I'm fine"

　　Every little thing makes me sad or angry it gets me thinking about what he was thinking in his last moments if he was in pain but all that was going through my mind is how he always vouched to find the good in me and believed in me more than anyone else that's what made him the best person I could ever meet and for that HE was my hero.

　　People think I'm just the girl who lost her brother but trust me I am so much more than that I am the girl who survived.

　　It's been a year since I've even picked up my guitar and sang because that was always mine and pete's favorite thing to do,I tried i really did but every time I pick up my guitar my emotions get the best of me, i feel hopeless i feel like this pain inside me is never going to stop sometimes I just wish it was me in that car instead of him and sometimes I think even my own parents wish that.My parents are like no other,ever heard of the don't mess with me kind of parents...yep that's them. They loved my brother so much but me not so much its different in my house now that pete's gone they don't speak to me ,they like to act as if I'm not there,they act like I'm the one who died.

　　In my house you do one thing wrong its the end of the world like a bomb dropped specifically on my house and there is NO getting out of it

　　Let's get into more detail

　　First is my mother Marisa Addington she has the most beautiful strawberry blonde hair I've seen on a women that is were i get it from anyway she has a very weird type of fashion sense she likes to wear stuff they used to wear when she was a little girl.my mother has a very short thing called temper and she uses it a lot and I'm not even joking she uses it like a toilet of the clock every hour i hate her for the temper and it's made my dad think it's ok for him to do it to me.

　　Next is my dad sebastian Addington

　　He is an ass i hate him my mother doesn't know

　　But the stuff he does in his spare time is vile and I'm too ashamed to say but I'm scared of him ;his sick and won't admit it i think he needs help but mom is always so compelled to my dad's toxic ways that she doesn't even see it

　　I just want to see him get better and act normal but I guess that's not going to happen anytime soon

　　You see my parents were like wannabe royals they never wanted a girl just boys so for my sake they needed to act like I was wanted but I've her there bickering of how I'm out of control and i need to be put in my place I'm scared.