I woke up in the sterile hospital room with no real knowledge of how I got there.
Attached to me are wires of many sorts and attached to those are machines that are beeping letting me know I'm alive.
What a coincidence because I want to be the exact opposite of that.
I've lost everything. My mom, dad, even my twin brother, Luke. They were my everything.
My mother who looked just like me. Or I just like her. Both our eyes a deep green with long brown curly hair, tall stature, soft button nose, and long eyelashes. She was the image of beauty and that's probably why my father took such an interest in her when they first met. Although I had her features they never had seemed to look right on me, never seemed to fit together and accent me like they did my mother.
My father was a handsome man who worked harder than anyone. My brother probably got his looks from my dad. His handsome dark brown hair, brown eyes, and sharp jaw.
Unlike me his features mixed together to make a man who all my friends thought was attractive, which of course disgusted me.
We were as close as a family could get but I lost them all. All at once. Without getting to say goodbye.
You know how one decision can change your life forever. Well did you also know that one decision can change someone else's life as well.
That one stupid man. Who made that stupid mistake. He has cost me everything. And he got to take the easy way out.
The same thing I was trying to do before I got here.
So why AM I here?
Shouldn't I have rejoined my family? That's all I have to look forward to.
The therapist told me I would have to rebuild my life. But honestly I have nothing to build it with. Nobody who cares about me. Even the so called "family" that had welcomed me in. As sweet as they were I don't think they loved me. They just felt bad for me and felt obligated to help. But they had their own children to care for so I was just another burden.
My name is Amber Tomlinson.
I am 18 years old and I am broken. I need help. I want to be fixed but I don't know who to go to for help. I'm scared. And sometimes, well most of the time, I don't want to be here anymore.
I just wish someone would come back for me.