Chapter 1
I can remember so clearly. I can hear her laugh, I can feel her heartbeat. I remember her but no one else does. I remember Jane.
She had the same brown hair has me, and brown eyes. Her skin was light brown and smooth. I could tell that we were sisters. I can just feel it.
I'll never forget the day I heard her call me, I was six and I was playing at a deep creek. Most likely taller than me, someone yelled ' No Alex!' I stood upright and looked around, no one. But I was scarred, I left without every returning to the creek again. Then I remembered the dreams of when I was a baby, small and happy.
I remember her voice as just sang me to sleep and read to me. She'd make up stories of far away lands and fairies. All size and shapes and colors. And the moon, I loved those. I'll never forget the last night she told me a story. I was a few weeks away from being one year old and her story ended with 'The moon that's so bright hugged the stars and then he told them goodnight.'
"Oh, Jane, I miss your voice."
It was that same night when Jane was in a car wreck, I was a baby still but even babies will have a memory of someone so close. But my mom and dad locked away anything with her face on it, even my baby book that she put notes in. Ten years later I can still remember that night.
The night when Jane was killed.
