On TV, you always see pretty people fall in love with pretty people and then live pretty lives and live happily ever after.
My fairy tail ending was stolen from me.
No, I didn’t lose my love to death, a friend, or a broken relationship.
My love was stolen from me at birth. You hear stories about twins in the womb growing close through “psychic” bonds and I can say with all certainty that that is true. When I say love I don’t mean romantic mushy gushy romance, no I mean a bond between the souls, the core of all beings.
I was a twin. Now I’m not. Half a miscarriage I guess. In the womb, we talked with our emotions and thoughts.
Me: Are you still there?
Her: Yup. I promise never to leave your side.
Me: That’s good. I would be lonely without you.
Her: me to.
We talked and moved a little, always with love. She was the other half of me and I hers. I looked up to her with the love no one else had. When our 9 month period was up, I was born first. Older, waiting for my sis. I waited. And waited. Then I heard the doctor.
Doctor: We lost the other. I’m so sorry.
Mom: Oh my god… No….. ~sob~….
Father: No use crying over spilled milk. Honey look at our other beautiful baby girl. I am so happy with one. I will miss the other, but look at what we have!
Mom: True. What should we name her?
And they talked about that as I cried in pain of losing half of me.
She was gone.
People don’t know I remembered everything that day.
How could I forget, it was the day I lost me.
They wheeled me into the nursery. I took one look at the empty crib beside me and burst into tears of hot fury.
I hated my life from the get go. That day I tried to strangle myself with the pink blanket they gave me.
Me: NOOOO!!!!!!!!! WHERE ARE YOU? COME BACK TO ME PLEASE! I’LL DO ANYTHING! PLEASE!!!!
I made every plea possible, my despair growing. The nurses fretted over me, changing me, feeding me, burping me, rocking me. It never helped though. Every time I moved I thought about not being with her.
Me: Give her back! Take my life! Let her live! Please…. I want my lil sis back…. PLEASE….
It didn’t help when two years later mom had another kid. I wanted her back.
The other one didn’t even compare to her.
Now, I am with my lil sister.
And not my other family. But I don’t care.
I have her. She is me, I am her, but I swear I wont leave her again.
“Don’t leave again.”
“I wont.”
And that is all.
My fairy tail ending was stolen from me.
No, I didn’t lose my love to death, a friend, or a broken relationship.
My love was stolen from me at birth. You hear stories about twins in the womb growing close through “psychic” bonds and I can say with all certainty that that is true. When I say love I don’t mean romantic mushy gushy romance, no I mean a bond between the souls, the core of all beings.
I was a twin. Now I’m not. Half a miscarriage I guess. In the womb, we talked with our emotions and thoughts.
Me: Are you still there?
Her: Yup. I promise never to leave your side.
Me: That’s good. I would be lonely without you.
Her: me to.
We talked and moved a little, always with love. She was the other half of me and I hers. I looked up to her with the love no one else had. When our 9 month period was up, I was born first. Older, waiting for my sis. I waited. And waited. Then I heard the doctor.
Doctor: We lost the other. I’m so sorry.
Mom: Oh my god… No….. ~sob~….
Father: No use crying over spilled milk. Honey look at our other beautiful baby girl. I am so happy with one. I will miss the other, but look at what we have!
Mom: True. What should we name her?
And they talked about that as I cried in pain of losing half of me.
She was gone.
People don’t know I remembered everything that day.
How could I forget, it was the day I lost me.
They wheeled me into the nursery. I took one look at the empty crib beside me and burst into tears of hot fury.
I hated my life from the get go. That day I tried to strangle myself with the pink blanket they gave me.
Me: NOOOO!!!!!!!!! WHERE ARE YOU? COME BACK TO ME PLEASE! I’LL DO ANYTHING! PLEASE!!!!
I made every plea possible, my despair growing. The nurses fretted over me, changing me, feeding me, burping me, rocking me. It never helped though. Every time I moved I thought about not being with her.
Me: Give her back! Take my life! Let her live! Please…. I want my lil sis back…. PLEASE….
It didn’t help when two years later mom had another kid. I wanted her back.
The other one didn’t even compare to her.
Now, I am with my lil sister.
And not my other family. But I don’t care.
I have her. She is me, I am her, but I swear I wont leave her again.
“Don’t leave again.”
“I wont.”
And that is all.
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