A/N: I'm sorry. I'm obsessed with this song. I'll link it, I listen to it while I write. I'm also I giant fangirl and I'm obsessed with Troyler and Phan, so don't judge me. But this chapter is going to go really deep, so brace yourself. Any Danosaurs or Phillions comment please! But let's get on with it!

I lay awake, my heart pounding in my ears. I sat up, the cheap cot in Kiki and I's new room in the Foster home creaking with every movement, no matter how light I am. Everyone else was out on a long row of cots in the dressing hall, but Kiki and I were given "special living conditions" due to our "recent release from the hospital". We each had a wristband, white as snow, wrapped around our skinny wrists. We both wore thin cottons nightgowns with a heavy fleece blanket covering our frail bodies, resting on top of the cot. Kiki recovered well from her illness. The creaking of the so called "bed" jolted me awake from my train of thought, plummeting me deep into a new one.

I'm only fourteen, almost fifteen, and I almost died. So did my identical twin. My youth is slowly fading, and here I am, wasting it away in a foster home, an orphanage. Because that's what I am. I have no family except for my bitch of a mother, who, luckily, is behind bars, but there is no telling who I'll be adopted by. Then it hit me. What if they separate Kiki and I? Send us off to different homes? I can't have that. No matter how different we are, Kiki and I will always stick together, in spite of the circumstances. I won't let them rip me away from the final piece of my youth. My sister.

Ok that was horrible. I'm just gonna go to bed now*

*by bed I mean Phanfictions.

Bye!❤️❤️💕