Two Sides Gianna

PROLOGUE

Friend: A person attached to another person by feelings of affection or personal regard. A person who gives assistance, a supporter, faithful companion, and keeper of secrets. Someone with whom you can laugh or cry, share your hopes and dreams. Someone who knows all about you and loves you anyway.

Best friend: Someone who you can trust with your life who has seen the best and worst of you and will be there whenever you need someone to talk to. There is a balance in friendship between give and take. You feel so in sync with them that you can comfortably share your innermost feelings and thoughts.

Sister: A person who's been where you've been. Someone you can call when things aren't right. More than just family. A sister is a friend for life.

Broken: Having been fractured or damaged and no longer in working order. Having given up all hope, despairing. Dictionary.com

How do you go from one extreme to another? How do you feel like part of you is missing and you have no idea where to find it? How do you lose your whole life, everything you thought you had, you thought you knew, you thought would happen...how does it all go away as quickly as the wind blows? The secrets, the plans, the dreams, I can't even tell them apart anymore. They all melt together, forming one big cluster of nothing. Which is exactly what I am...I am nothing but a damaged person. I have been since day one.

People can be whatever you want them to be. I am the perfect example of that. On the inside, everything is wrong, all of it is misplaced, and nothing holds secure. I was never pretty enough, I was never good enough, I was never smart enough, I was just never enough. They needed flawlessness and excellence, and on the outside, I portrayed it to a T. But on the inside, I was dying. Damaged goods. At least when you buy something broken you can return it, but what do you do when that's not an option? When you have no choice but to wake up every morning with a smile on your face because that's what people expect. Your family, your social circle, and your best friend–someone you call your sister. McKenzie thought she knew me, everyone did. I told you I played the part perfectly, hour after hour, day after day, year after year.

I am Gianna Edwards.

But the truth is...

I have no idea who I am.