"I hate you! I wish you were dead"
That was the last thing I said to my twin sister. We were fighting like normal siblings do, but it shouldn't have ended the way it should with her dying. My siblings and I were all close, but I was closer to my twin sister than my brothers, but after my twin died we all drifted apart, stopped doing what normal siblings do, and stayed to ourselves. I think it was my fault that she died, my parents and siblings tell me differently that it wasn't my fault.
After Laura died, my dad thought it was a good idea to move. His reasoning was that he got a new "job", his daytime job was lawyering, his nighttime job as well I'm not even supposed to know but I was eavesdropping on his and my brother's conversations about what they all do when my mom and I go to bed. His nighttime job is hunting. Now I know what your thinking, 'hunting? Like deers, fish, bears, squirrels?' Well, the short answer to that is no, I'm talking about hunting supernatural creatures, more or fewer werewolves.
The night when Laura died, we were at a party, Laura and I were drinking, I was fine to drive back to the hotel we were staying at but we didn't get as far as we both would have liked. When we were walking back to our car and in it, Laura got pissed off at me for no reason, she started to say things and at one point she ended up grabbing the wheel trying to get me to stop the car, which I did, and when I did, she smacked me which made me stare at her in shocked that she hit me, she's never done that before. When I get angry I say things I don't mean. When I yelled at Laura after I had started to drive again I took my eyes off the road for two seconds and then we got hit, we got hit after the eight words slipped out of my mouth, I don't remember what else happened before everything went blank and then waking up in a white room more known as a hospital and finding out your twin sister died and you lived to see the next day.
It was hard and it still is hard I can tell my parents are trying their best with me but they know they can't do anything, I'm just waiting for the day they stop lying and tell me that it is my fault that their golden girl is no longer alive because of me and that I should have been the one to die and not her.