NOTE: (this is in the p.o.v. of a ten year old)
Jack and I used to be the best of friends. We were brother and sister, we were two halves of a whole. We were even born connected together, but the doctor said that wasn't good, so they cut us apart. We even have the same blotchy birthmark in the same place.
Don't get me wrong though, Jacks still here... but he's not HERE. If you understand.
Something bad happened to Jack and I a while ago. Our foster parents sent us to fetch some water from the well on the cliff out side of the house. And, Jack being Jack, wanted to make it a bit more fun. He declared a race and ran, pail in hand, up the hill with me on his heels. But it had rained the night before, and the ground was slick with mud. When he got to the top, his feet slipped up and almost fell off the side of the cliff. If it wasn't for me, BOTH of us wouldn't have fallen. But I didn't know and I ran right into him and we both fell.
They said I had a broken leg and arm, some broken ribs, and sever head trauma... jack didn't have any. 'Cause Jack died.
The doctors also said that my insides were all hurt, no I needed new ones. Then they told me that jack had the good ones that I didn't have, So they cut us both open and fixed me right up, and Jack right down.
Jack's always with me now.
But not because of that... He also talks to me now :)
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