Kathleen was a thirteen year old girl living in a small town. The town, Flushside, was located in New York City. Kathleen was an only child. Well, now she is. She was born a twin, but when she and her twin were three years old, her twin disappeared.
Kathleen had always asked her parents what had happened, but they had always changed the subject the moment she made it clear to them that she wanted to know. Kathleen didn't even know if her twin was a boy or girl. However, she was determined to find out. For the last few years, she had been doing research on what had happened. She had scanned old newspaper clippings and looking for news on the computer. At last, she had found all the info she could. From what she found out, her twin was a sister by the name of Katherine. Katherine had no flaw in her resemblence to Kathleen. She was supposed to have the same straight auburn hair, same emerald green eyes. This was all that Kathleen had found out from deep research.
Kathleen's parents were rich. Filthy rich. Only, Kathleen didn't like it. Her parents had always told her not to ever marry someone who was Spanish or black. Kathleen thought this unfair. "They're human too!" she'd screech at her parents. That was all it was to her parents. Money. Nationality. They wanted her to marry someone rich. Kathleen wasn't like that, though. She hated her parents. She knew she shouldn't, but she did. They were prejudiced and snobby.
Kathleen had had enough. She was about to commit suicide when she met someone... someone who understood her...
Kathleen stood at the edge of the lake, tears streaming down her face. She looked around one last time, to savor what she had loved in life.
She was at Sena Park, the park a few blocks from her house. This was her favorite spot in the world. She was standing at the edge of the thickest woods in Sena Park. No one knew about this place, the large lake at the edge of the woods, with its sweeping willows and pine trees clustering thickly around it. The lake's shore was near the largest pine tree. There, the shore was sandy and clean, a moonstone or two washing up every hour. There were several large rocks at the edge, perfect for gazing at the sky at night, spotting comets fly by in large numbers.
Kathleen would always come here in her free time. She was a very independent person. She had no friends at school because her parents were known for being stingy. She had no one at all. Things were hard for her. So today, she made the biggest descision in her life. She didn't want to live anymore. Living or dead, she saw no difference. Kathleen could never remember a day in which she didn't cry or feel a jab in her heart. So she had decided... to die.
Kathleen sniffed as she closed her eyes, for the last time. She was at the edge of the lake, bare feet touching the water. Kathleen definitely knew how to swim. She did, but today, it'll all end. She'll swim to the middle of the lake, where the water was deepest. Then, she'd let go. She'd lose all movement, let go of all her senses, relax and sink. She'd drown.
Kathleen walked forward and prepared to lie down and swim. Lie down on her stomach and meet the cool water instead of the sandy shore. Then swim. Swim to her death.
Kathleen's eyes snapped open.
Huh? I thought I was the only one who knew about this place!
Kathleen spun around. Her eyes narrowed.
There, standing before her, was a Columbian boy. He had brunette hair and olive green eyes. He was quite tall. Kathleen registered him to be at least her age.
The boy scratched his head. "Wait," he repeated.
Kathleen tossed her head in irritation. "What do you mean 'wait'?" she snapped.
The boy scratched his head again. "You were about to commit suicide," he said.
Kathleen's eyes flashed. "What makes you think that?" she asked suspiciously.
The boy hesitated. "Well, you're all tense and crying. You were going into the lake and yeah..."
Kathleen gritted her teeth. How humiliating!
"How'd you find this place?" she asked, trying to push force into her voice.
The boy met her gaze with calm eyes. "I was exploring," he murmured, "Then I saw you."
Kathleen softened at once. It wasn't his fault that he had caught her trying to kill herself. Kathleen hesitated. After all, she had been half hoping to be able to live by being distracted. She hated herself for thinking that, but it was true. She hated admitting it to herself, though. There was a pause.
"Who are you?" Kathleen asked warily.
"I'm Arathorn Acilino," he said, "I'm thirteen and had just moved here from Virginia."
"Kathleen Tauro. I've lived here my whole life."
There was another pause.
"Kathleen," Arathorn said, breaking it, "Your parents are the owners of the mall and park here."
It wasn't a question. It was a statement.
"Yes." Kathleen was defiant. So he's going to shun her too? Just because her parents were stingy bastards? So be it. He's not the first one.
"You must be in alot of pain."
Kathleen blinked. What?
"I won't ask you why, but when you were going to commit suicide, you were obviously in pain. I've heard about you and your family from other kids. Your twin sister disappeared when you two were 2 and your parents give you a hard time. Am I right?"
Kathleen hesitated. "Right," she said.
Arathorn hesitated. "Well," he said, "We can talk about it more. Can we meet here? Seven o'clock?"
Kathleen was shocked. She was being invited to have a friend. This person obviously cared for her. Should she meet him? The chance of having a friend was too much.
"Sure," she said at last.
Arathorn beamed. "Alright," he said. He turned, "Later!"
Kathleen could only nod mutely as she watched Arathorn walk away. She stared and waved as his shape shrunk in the woods. Finally, he walked around a tree and disappeared.
Kathleen turned at last and started to walk home herself, to prepare for a meeting with the boy who seemed to understand. As she entered the woods, she could feel an unusual warm feeling in her chest. Little did Kathleen know that it was there to stay.