#Chapter 18: Sister Dearest

Aria I was the adopted child. The black sheep. It hadn’t always been that way. My parents had adopted me because they couldn’t have their own child, and they adored me. I was once the light of their life, the one precious thing they had in this world. But the doctors had been mistaken. Not long after my adoption, my mother had gotten pregnant after all. And with a real child now in the picture, I was quickly forgotten. Sarah became their eternal light. And I was nothing more than the fill-in who had lost her one purpose. With our parents neglecting me, I quickly became an easy target. It didn’t take long for Sarah to realize that I made a good punching bag, an outlet for her own frustrations. Since our parents always put her on a pedestal and never stepped in to defend me, Sarah gleefully bullied the hell out of me throughout our childhood and had no repercussions for it. I hated her for it. But mostly, I just hated our parents. As