A battle with myself

I had the best childhood growing up. I was an average girl with a loving mother and father. I also had the best little brother I could ever ask for. I know what you're thinking. What girl in their right mind would say that about their little brother? Well Shawn and I did everything together since he was able to walk. Even before that he would sit in his little baby swing and watch television all day if I was there. I had everything a perfect family, a big loving home, and a lot of friends.

I woke up a few hours later and both my parents were gone. I went to my room to get dressed and then headed down stairs to the kitchen. My stomach turned when I first looked at the kitchen walls that I had set fire in my sleep. But then I looked over at the table to where my family was all sitting there eating breakfast, talking, and laughing just like any other normal morning. The only thing that was different was me. Of course my outer appearance remained the same but something inside me was different. The only problem was I couldn't for the life of me figure out what it was. I sat down with my family barely eating, running the events of my nightma

 They released me from the hospital a couple of hours later. My father went off to work and my mother and I went to go get my school work for the day. I spent the rest of the day doing my school work and watching tv. Without another thought of the past 24 hours and with the exception of going to the hospital my day was going great. I couldn't wait for Shawn to get home. I still had the need to see my best friend. And yes my little brother eight years younger than me was my best friend. 

As we pulled into the driveway every looked as normal as it could be. I couldn't wait to spend time with my family and put this whole thing behind me. Shawn and I were going to play video games while my parents got dinner ready. I couldn't wait because I loved spending time with Shawn. So I got out of the car and I ran into the house with all the excitement in the world. "Alright Shawny boy it's time to get your butt kicked." I shouted as I ran into the house. I went straight to the livingroom and froze in my footsteps. Instead of finding Shawn ready to play games I found my mother on the couch crying.

My father kept looking like he wanted to say something but, never did. We got home and I just sat there in the car looking at the house I grew up in. uTrying to wrap the past few hours in my head. My father walked over to the passenger side and opened my door. "You coming in Sugar plum? Your mom and I really would like to explain everything to you." I just nodded my head and slowly got out of the car. As we got closer to the door a million things went through my mind. For instance what exactly was going to be said. What inspired them to tell me on my 16th birthday after making plans of celebrating? Where are they going to tell me Shawn was adopted? W