• I tried hard to enter the greenhouse but fear had decided to overtake my sense of adventure. It was almost like a hostage situation. Like Andrew had a gun against my head, fear was trying to save me and lead me home but adventure was trying to rescue me and take me out to a twisted strange place that I didn't know. I was about to leave and head back to my own home when something in my head forced me to return to the greenhouse door and it's shattered entrance. Pulling myself together, I climbed through the hole. Papers and sketches scattered the earthy floor. I spotted my fathers wallet. It was stuffed with hundred dollar bills. A photo drew my attention away from the money. The photo was of Andrew. I quickly pocketed the photo, leaving the money. A sketch caught my attention. Again, it was of Andrew. Something didn't quite add up. All these picture's off Andrew, the cash. What I saw next both shocked and disgusted me. A large framed birth certificate for a boy named Andrew. Not my brother Andrew, but an Andrew that I knew far too well. My old friend was called Andrew. He commited suicide years ago. How did my father get ahold of his birth certificate? I stroked the frame and let tears roll down my cheeks.
    "Sad isn't it?" A voice erupted from behind me. The voice was so familliar that it sent a chill down my spine. My brother Andrew. I spun around on the balls of my feet.
    "What the hell are you doing here?" I asked, terrified.
    "why, paying my baby sister a visit of course." He grinned. That's when he drew his gun from his back pocket. "Give me the money, Frankie. I promise that if you do, I wont shoot."
    "Andrew! I-" I chucked the wallet to him. Then, I remembered that he wasn't the only one with a gun. I withdrew my pistol and aimed it.
    "Okay, sister, you want to play dead?" He shot the gun, fortunately it missed. I noticed a button on the glass wall next to me. I hit it desperately.
    "Andrew, why? Why did you kill our sisters?" I asked.
    "My life isn't a fairytale, Frankie. I married Elizabeth. You remember don't you? Your friend, Lizzie? Well, life was perfect, until she asked me to kill. She said that my sisters needed to die. I had to kill them, it was them or me. I should've killed myself. Through my whole life, I've picked on you and the others. I couldn't kill them though. I got an assasin. The same thing happened with your old friend, Andrew. Elizabeth only married us because we were so close to you and the others. She said that nobody would know that she remarried if she married two Andrews. The killing messed me up. I need the money to get out of here." he starting sobbing. That's when the police arrived. They arrested Andrew.

    Life is weird without my family and my wedding became a funeral but the expierience made me stronger.