Toni James woke up to her twin sister Britny. She was 'there' again. For the fifth time since she was twelve, Toni woke up seeing white and bright. Pink carnations and yellow and red tulips were placed neatly in a vase on the table to her right. Britny's shoulder length black hair fell off of the bed, her head resting on the same pillow as her sister. Britny sounded as if she were crying or mumbling something into the bed. "Hullo Brit." said Toni unchantly. Britny lifted her head and wiped away the tears.

"Oh my Goodness! Toni, you're up" yelled Britny as she hugged her sister. It was a light hug. She didn't want to hurt her sister anymore than she already was. Toni awkwardly returned her sister's hug. "I'm so glad you're okay. Mum and Dad were so worried about you. They found-"

Britny never finished her sentence because Toni screamed out in frustration. "What the fuck, Britny! Mum and 'Ray' were 'worried'? I thought they never worried?" Britny just stared at her counter part. Instead of arguing with Toni, Britny just stood up from the chair she had sat in for three days straight, worrying over her younger twin sister. Walking to the door, she suddenly stopped; her hand paused on the door handle. Britny glared and bit her bottom lip to stop herself from saying something she would regret later on. Toni let out a confused breath as her sister left the hospital room. No one was supposed to know she wanted to kill herself. Everyone thought she had loving parents and a happy family, even Britny. 'No one knows what happens at night.' Toni thought sadly to herself. Toni's father, Raymond, raped her when she was seven years old, and from then on, various guys just raped her for their own sick pleasure.

T.B.C.