Lavender Rose

I have no idea where I am.

It’s dark, and getting cold. I’m afraid of the dark, but it’s a hell of a lot better than where I’ve been. I’ve got nothing on me, aside from the clothes I’m wearing, and those are hardly clothes. I want to go home, but I don’t know where home is. I haven’t been outside in a while. It feels strange to have a breeze on my face.

The last time I spoke to my brother, he was helping me gather school supplies out of my locker. I had long, pretty hair then, and now it’s thin and chopped off to my ears. I don’t like it like this. Obviously, it wasn’t my choice. I miss Jax. I wonder what he’s like, now.

“Elizabeth. Come upstairs for breakfast.”

It was the same every day. I lived in their house, a sad, lost daughter, but I was just a fraud. I looked like Elizabeth. I saw a photograph of her on the woman’s front table.

After awhile, it was easy to believe Elizabeth was me.