(You can choose his name)

It has been nine months. Nine months since your precious twin brother was kidnapped.

You two were pretty close with each other. You always did everything together and you were inseparable. When he was kidnapped, you were devastated. You started spinning into a deep depression. You were blaming yourself. You keep telling yourself if you'd go with him that evening, everything would be alright. He would be right next to you, you'd be talking and laughing...

You stopped going to school, so your parents decided to home-school you. Your friends were keeping in touch with you, they managed to sometimes convince you to go out with them sometimes. It didn't make your mental health better, but you forgot for a moment, that your brother is not with you.

This evening, you were sitting in your room. You were lying in your bed, trying not to cry again. You were already tired from crying all day. You started thinking that you'd never see your brother again, and that scared you too much.

It was 7 pm when you heard a car stopping on the driveway under the house. You knew it was a police car. You ignore it. They drive to your house once a week. You ignore it. It was always the same.

After a few minutes, you heard a knock on the door. It was your mother.

"Darling?"

You sigh and wipe your tears away.

"Yes, mom?"

"Can you come downstairs?"

You sigh. You didn't want to go there. But you knew she will insist.

"Coming."

You stand up and walk to the door. You open them and come downstairs with your mom. You stepped inside the living room and your heart nearly stopped when you saw your twin brother.

He was sitting on the couch, shaking and looking terrified. Your mom gently rub your back.

"You can go sit with him. Just remember he's still scared and traumatized."

She said to you. You nod and walk to your brother.