Sara and Louis turned seven that day. Seven. Christopher was eleven, and helped plan the party, or rather he tried to. That cold, dark day of October 15th was the first day Sara felt hatred. Pure, firey hatred and disgust, towards her mother.

Her parents had been planning Louis a birthday party, and Christopher decided to try and help, trying to get them to plan it for both twins: Louis AND Sara.

Sara remembered clearly the sight of her older brother walking out of that room, bruise forming already on his face. She had interrogated him until he explained that their mother had punched him for interfering.

That was the day Sara first felt pure hate. The day she first got protective. The first day she stood up to her mother. It was also the day she was brought to the hospital by a neighbor for a broken, bloody arm from "falling down the stairs".