In the morning, everyone in the house was quiet except for my brother, and this was not normal because normally our house would always be full of active voices and laughter. Our house has been much quieter lately and my mom and dad weren’t talking to each other at all and this made me very nervous because my mom and dad were a happy couple who joked around with each other.
This awkwardness between them was no longer the only problem; they did not know about each other. I couldn’t stand it anymore and decided to talk about this situation with my mother. When I went to my mother, I saw her crying and I was absolutely sure that there was something wrong. I calmly asked my mother what had happened lately, but my mother replied angrily, “Don’t worry about anything happening,” but I was old enough to know that something was wrong. One night, I saw my mother and father screaming and running to the car, and I decided to follow them, even though I knew it was wrong. Just like in the movies, I jumped into a taxi and told him to follow the car in front. My father pulled the car to the right next to a forest. I was starting to get a little scared. Later I realized that this was our mountain house in the forest area. As I was about to go downstairs, I remembered that I had left my brother at home alone, so I described the house to the taxi driver and came back home. When I came home, my brother was playing and he didn’t even notice my absence, but my mind was still on what my parents were doing in that house, so I took my brother with me and went to the forest house. When I entered the house, I gave my brother a toy and took him to the toilet so that he wouldn’t make any noise and my parents would know we were here. I looked all over the house for them, the only place I didn’t look was the and they were there, just as I thought they would basement – the scariest place in the house – I went anyway be. When I went to them, they both looked at my face and at the chest in the basement with fear and could not speak. I walked towards the chest and looked inside the chest.
I couldn’t breathe, tears started to fall from my eyes. Our family secrets were hidden in the trunk in the basement of our house. When Iopened the trunk, I learned things that completely changed my outlook on life. So someone with the same face as me was lying dead in the chest. I didn’t know what to do when my mother started explaining. The person in that ballot box was actually me. That’s what my parents do, they are scientists and they made a clone of me but things got out of hand and they had to kill it. After that day, my relationship with my family was never good again. A year later, I went to another country for university and took my brother with me.