"This isn't you." 

Violet clutched her head in pain. 

"They're making you do this."

 "Go away." Violet muttered. 

"They still care about you. They took you away from them." 

 "Get out." 

 "They bothering you again?" Zack asked, walking up behind his cousin.

 "They never left." 

"What is it this time?" 

"They're talking about them."

 Zack tensed up.

 "Why would they talk about them? They tried to kill you." 

"Don't ask me." Violet said. 

"This isn't the girl they know. This isn't the real you." 

"Leave me alone." Violet hissed. 

"You are NOT who they are making you be. This isn't the real you." 

"She won't leave me alone." 

Zack looked over at his cousin.

 "She can't hurt you." 

Zack took his hand in hers. 

"You don't know that." 

 "Yes I do. You survived the orphanage killing, and your friends put you through hell and back, you can get beat this voice in your head." 

Violet leaned her head on the younger boy's shoulder. 

"Do you miss them?" Zack asked. 

"Who?" Violet asked, lifting her head up to meet the boy's blue eyes. 

"Anthony, Robert, and your parents?" 

Violet sat up. 

"Every minute of everyday. Anthony was my best friend. He was there when our parents weren't, and when they died and Robert left, Anthony was all I really had." 

"What about your parents and Serenity and Daniel? You miss them?" 

"Truthfully?" 

"Truthfully." 

"Not really." Zack admitted. 

Violet looked at him, her purple eyes wide.

 "Don't give me that look." 

Zack got up and walked across the room. 

"You don't know what went on in our house. You don't know what happened at school. You don't know what it felt like being compared to Daniel. It was always, 'Why can't you act more like Daniel?' 'Why don't you get good grades like Daniel?' I hated being compared to Daniel. When Serenity died, all I could think was, 'Why did god take the only one who didn't compare me to Daniel, and not the rest of my family?' Then Daniel died, and I felt this massive pressure being lifted off of my shoulders. When I got sent to the orphanage, I felt free. Like no one was ever going to compare me to anything ever again. I miss Serenity with every bone in my body, but Daniel and my parents, not so much."

 The room was silent. 

Violet looked at her younger cousin, a tear slipping out of her eye.

 "Oh Zack..." 

"Save it. Please." Zack said, before he sped out of the room.

Violet was alone once more.

 "Guess it's just you and me, voice in my head." 

"Oh so now you'll listen to me?"

"I should really name you so I can stop calling you 'The Voice'."  

The voice didn't answer. 

"Any suggestions?" 

  "A few."

 "Shoot." 

  "When you were younger you used to love watching the stars."

 "Okay, I see where you're going with this. I'm Italian, and Italian for start is Stella." 

"NO! Not Stella!"

 "Too late. Welcome to my head, Stella." 

 Great, I wanted her to name me something besides Stella, something that means something to her. I guess I'm going to need to work a lot harder than I thought if I want to get her memories back.