Chapter 1

~Mila's P.O.V~

It was my 19th birthday and after spending my morning sleeping in, I was officially ready to start the day.

I had just finished showering and getting dressed and was making my way towards my door when I suddenly overheard my parents fighting.

"We're not killing our daughter! Have you gone mad?!" my father yells, completely furious.

I scrunch my eyebrows in confusion, fear spiking through my veins.

What the fuck did he just say?

It's official.

I've finally gone mad.

"We have to! Don't you understand?! We MUST! If we don't right our wrong, we are going to go somewhere far worse than we could ever imagine, and we will be there for all eternity! ETERNITY, PAUL!" my mother shrieks and screams.

A shiver runs down my spine, but I step closer, pressing my ear against the door as to not miss out on a single word.

"You think KILLING our DAUGHTER is going to fix it?! She's why WE'RE in this in the first place! There's no going back from what we did, and you WILL NOT touch a hair on her fucking head. DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME?" My father's furious voice, turns into a roar.

I bite my lip to stop myself from making a sound, as my body begins to tremble with fear and my stomach turns upside down.

My mind was racing as I tried to process what they were saying. So many questions were racing through my head, and every part of me was praying this was some sort of bad dream. There was just no way that the conversation was real. No possible way were my PARENTS arguing over KILLING me.

I pinch myself as hard as possible, instantly hissing at the sting of pain, and my stomach sinks in realization that this was seriously happening right now.

"I will do whatever has to be done and I will go through you, if necessary." my mother retorts deadly calm, promising him with every word.

I quickly back away from the door, with only one thought on what to do.

I had to get the fuck out of here and fast.

"Try, Rose. Just fucking try it. I will kill you just as fast. I will NEVER choose a selfish greedy bitch like you over her. EVER." my father retorts, his words just as promising as hers.

"So, you've laid your bed then, huh?" my mother hisses at him.

"OUR BED HAS BEEN MADE!! FROM THE SECOND YOU THREW OUR SON OVER THOSE DAMN CLIFFS, IT'S BEEN MADE!!" My father screams, full of agony and hate.

My heart breaks at the tone of his voice... until the words of what he has just said starts sinking in...

You threw our son over those damn cliffs....

No... no... no...

It couldn't be...

The familiar image of the boy who was always filling my dreams.

Just a few years older... with the same striking traits.

Ezra

Everything was coming together, and it felt like I was being torn apart from the inside out, as rage, pain and sadness filled me to the brim.

The boy I was always told wasn't real and the memories always a figment of my imagination. It had always been him. My brother.

"ROSE, NO!" my father's sudden panicked scream, snaps me out of my trance.

A loud bang of a gun pierces through the air, my breath hitching in my throat.

Too scared to go and see who is in control of a gun, I quickly focus my attention on the only way of getting out of my bedroom.

I rush over to the window, opening it and climbing out as quickly and quietly as possible. Thankful for my many adventures of climbing out onto my roof, I easily pull myself on top of it, before looking around.

Realizing there's no possible way of getting down to the ground without a serious injury which would prevent me from getting away, I turned towards the ocean. The sound of it's all too familiar crashing waves, filling my ears.

No matter what, I was screwed. That part, I knew. It was just a matter of which way I was going out.

At least you have the choice... Is all I can think.

"Mila?!" my mother yells, from inside my bedroom.

It was now or never.

So, without another thought, I suck in one last breath.

Dear Gods,

Please forgive me and reunite me, so that I may rest with my dear brother.

I finish my internal prayer before running and jumping with all my might.

The first few moments feel like peace, as if I am flying, but as fast it starts, it quickly vanishes as my body quickly begins to descend. Those few minutes of falling feel like they will never end until pain suddenly consumes me as my body crashes into the cold harsh waters.

A sharp burning sensation covers my skin as the cold water numbs my skin and my lungs quickly burn with the need to breathe, but I do my best to try and relax despite the stress my body is going through.

With my eyes shut, I succumb to the pain until I feel nothing more.

I watch as my life flashes before my eyes. The loving parents I once had, the friends, flings, lovers, parties, my first experiences, my happiest and most important memories, and moments, including the ones I shared with Ezra as a child.

The memories soon blur, and a flash of a bright light and a single word is whispered before everything turns to nothing once more.

"Minnie"