My name is Patricia Gilbert.
I'm 17 years old.
Elena and Jeremy are my siblings.
4 months after our parents died, we're living like dead people.
We were completely wrecked, our hearts were broken.
We don't really know how me and Elena are still alive since we were in the same car with them.
How did we survive?
It's impossible, right? Since the car completely submerged in the river, no one can get the hell out of it.
Have I told you that me and Elena are twins?
No? Then now you know.
Some people says that it's weird and confusing because we look a like too damn much, I was always like "Of course, we're fucking twins", but never mind that.
The only thing we have difference in our appearance is our hair, hers is straight and mine is curly.
She is nice, beautiful, loyal and quiet. I'm quite the opposite of her.
Kidding.
Okay, maybe I'm a little serious.
Going back to the story. I dated Tyler Lockwood before.
He's a womanizer, football player, rude guy. Well, what do you expect from the school's playboy.
I thought we'll stay together much longer than what I've expected but of course, we wouldn't.
Well, that's just a little bit of what's going on with my life.
This is my story.