CHAPTER 22
These past days, my mind are clouded with lots of thoughts. I've been trying to contact and reach the address of our past home. But it was hard, I was still a little kid when I left home and I don't even remember the area we lived in. 
I tried to ask my mom but before I can even utter a word, she would tear up immediately.
I've been stopping myself to talk to Theo and just tell me directly what truly happen but his words always repeating. I need to know it myself, I know he said that for myself and also for his own good.
Who would want to reminisce the worst nightmare they've been keeping.
My last straw, I dug in my mom's belongings without her knowing. And I was right, kept at the back of | her closet are my twin sister's picture. Staring at my exact replica, with her natural blonde locks and wearing the most innocent smile a kid has showed.
A tear fell on my cheek without me noticing. How I wish I can bring back the time. How I wish I can erase the pain I know she went through. And how I wish I made a move in the past to see her. And of course. our youngest sister.
I flipped the picture to see the back, and there as if an angel helped me. The familiar address written on it, fading as years passed by.
Without any second, I stood up hurriedly. Dialing our area's police station, "Hi! How are you? Can I ask the police landline of St. Nicolas please? Thanks a lot"
The police gave me the landline. I tried to call the number but sadly no one's answering. Without wasting any time, I picked up my hand bag and rode the first bus towards the place. It was a long day. I tried asking for information but they're very tight on sharing any private information.
"Sorry ma'am, but we cannot disclose any information from this case."
"What do you mean case? I'm only asking for the exact address of the resident."
The police stared at me like I am very clueless. "If you only need the address. I can guarantee you that. But any information beyond it, especially the case and causes of the resident you are looking. I cannot."
My brows creased. I know my sister died by cutting her own life. Why are they overreacting as if there's something deeper than that?!
They gave me the address and I hurriedly ran towards the place. I asked some residents there where the exact house is. Showing my biological father's picture I also found in my mom's closet.
Every each of the people I asked, they would take a moment to answer me. They would stare at me with horror. I know why, because I look exactly my sister.
They would just point it over without any words utter. And after I walked pass them, they would whisper at each other. It's creeping me out and making me unconsciously nervous to the thought of the reason behind it.
And the last person I met, she opened my eyes to the horrible things behind all of it.
"Roseanne?" I nodded at her. Sadness reflected on her eyes. "That poor kind girl." She stared at me as if longing and regretting something. "I witness everything, I heard everything. But I regretted I didn't voice out. I shut my mouth scared I might be killed by her father. That bastard! It was better he killed himself!"
Shocked! My eyes wide opened, my jaw dropped and all the hair on my body stands out.
"W-What do you mean?"
"Her father killed himself. She shot his head dead. That's not enough after what he did to the sisters."
"Can you tell me the full details please?"
"Roseanne went somewhere for a job. She left her sister with her father knowing he won't touch even one strand of the child. She trusted him so much that he will only abuse her but her sister. It takes months, Roseanne would come home from time to time not knowing what happened all along. It was all done when she learnt it, her sister died already then after his father killed himself."
Those words! It was as if I heard a thunder flashing on me. What happened?! Am I dreaming? Tell me that's not real!
He didn't!!!
My knees throbbed making me almost fell on the ground.
"Are you okay?" The woman asked with worries.
"W-Why she killed my younger sister? For what fucking reason?! Tears clouded my eyes.
The woman stared at me eyes brimming with tears as well. She bit her lips as if regretting opening it.
"Please tell me" I pleaded sobbing.
She shook her head while rubbing my arm, shushing me.
"Pleaseee" I begged.
"He raped the child." And my whole world collapse.
The woman ran towards I don't care where. The truth is killing me. No way that is real! She came back holding a cup of water but l declined it. No water can calm my nerves!
I tried my all to stand up. I grabbed my bag, slowly walking away even with my shaking knees. The woman keeps calling me but I barely notice it. My feet would move towards nowhere, mind is all chaos.
I just kept on walking. Sounds of people and cars echoing. I don't know how long l've been walking and I don't care. I can't imagine all that horrible things happened to them. My poor sisters. How can I live with a nice life?! How can I go through a life without worries all these years not knowing all of these were happening?!
Fuck it! Fuck this world!
I wish I was the one who experienced that and not them. And as if the person above heard it. In the moment, I heard beeping and shouting after was a flash of blinding light. I felt myself flying as pain ate my whole body.
Did I die as well? That's better.