"How's your birthday so far sweetie?" Dad's eyes were still on the road when he asked, he's taking me somewhere special this year, but I can't focus on that, it seems like I can't focus on anything lately, I'm becoming more and more like my dad.
"Good. I'm having a lot of fun."
"What does it feel like to be six?"
"Big! I feel big!" I lied. I don't feel big at all. I feel small, I feel lonely, like half of me is missing, but I always feel like that.
"That's great sweetie. Hey, are you okay?" I wasn't okay. I was thinking, and I had remembered something, a boy, a brother.
"Dad, who's Peter?"
"What?" He turned around to look at me, but that's not what caused it, it would have happened anyways.
There was a loud crack, I grabbed onto the seat as the car spun out of control into a Jeep that I didn't see behind us. After that I closed my eyes until the movement stopped. Slowly, I opened my eyes and eased myself up.
"Dad," I leaned forward to see him. "Dad." He wasn't moving, or breathing. "Dad!" I was yelling. I grabbed his arm and started shaking him, his head rolled to the side, his forehead was covered in blood, he was gone.
I pulled my shoulder strap in front of me and unbuckled myself. Slowly, but surely, I got out of the car and looked at the crash. the other driver died, but they're window was open. He had a gun in his hand, he brought this upon himself.
All of a sudden, I heard a noise, a sort of knocking, a very small knocking. It was coming from the trunk. I swallowed and reached into the car, I pressed the button to unlock the doors. I walked around to the back and opened the trunk. A smile spread across my face as the door finished opening.
"Hey there little guy." I cocked my head at the baby Chimpanzee. He walked towards me, a little reluctantly, but he came to me, reaching an arm towards me.
"It's just you and me, isn't it?" I had picked him up and was holding him in my arms. "I'm gonna have to name you, aren't I" I had to think about a name, then it came to me.
"Peter, seems fitting right?" I asked him like he would know. Then it came to me, where were we going to sleep tonight?
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Peter
General FictionArielle and her twin brother Peter had to stay in an orphanage when their mother died because their father was in the army. Just before he picks them up, Peter was kidnapped. Arielle's life is tortured by tragedy and lack of her other half. She fina...
