Shane
I was asked today to share a happy moment spent with my family, when I couldn’t think of one, I was asked to share any happy memory I had of my parents. Still, I couldn’t name one. Where familial bonds should pull me to them, an emptiness sits. If it weren’t for my twin sister I think I would have killed myself long ago.
People think that I would look down on her or want her gone sine we are both technically heirs to the throne, but I would rather slit my own throat than to harm a single hair on her head. Had I been born an only child I firmly believe I would have killed my parents at an early age. Why do I harbor such hate towards them? Why do I not care about their expectations or low opinions of me?
I was born with all of the memories from my previous life.
Every terrible thin
