Lilly's POV

The pictures from the photo shoot have published today and they look really good. Riker's cut them all out of the magazine and put them on the fridge. 

Lola was downstairs watching TV so I went into the bedroom. I saw Lola's journal sitting on top of her bed. I sat down and picked it up. I opened it and there was only one thing written in it:

I hate this, I feel so guilty it's unimaginable. I can't believe i'm keeping this from Lilly, I hate keeping secrets from her.

What? She's keeping a secret from me? I slowly shut the book and placed it back where I had found it just before I heard the sound of Lola walking on crutches towards the room. She opened the door and came in. 

"What's up?" She asked. "What's the secret Lola? What is it?" I said calmly. "What are you talking about?" She asked. "You know damn well what I'm talking about! I read your journal, what's the secret?!" I yelled, getting angry. "You read my journal? Why would you invade my privacy like that?!" She yelled back. "We're twins, we shouldn't keep secrets from each other! I've never kept a secret from you, just tell me!" I shouted louder. "I only didn't tell you because it's nothing to worry about. It's just stupid." She said quieter. "If it's so stupid then why can't you tell me?" I argued. "Fine, if you want to know that much. We have a brother. His name's Luke and he's 19. He lives in New York. I only know because our social worker told me that day you were ill a few years ago. At the time I didn't tell you because we're probably never going to meet him, so I thought it was better you just didn't find out."

"Really? You really expect me to believe we have a brother that I never new about?" I said, not believing her. "We do. I used to have his phone number but he must've changed it because I lost contact with him." She told me. "What?! So first you don't tell me we have a brother, then you have his phone number and still don't tell me!!!" I shouted at her so loud that the whole street can probably hear me. "Stop yelling at me. What does it matter now? We're never going to meet him anyway so just stop going on about it! You get so stressed about every little thing it's just so annoying!" With that she got up and pushed me. I gasped. I looked around, until my eyes stopped at my pair of boots in the corner of our room. I wasn't really thinking, it all happened so fast. I grabbed one of the boots and threw it. It hit Lola right in the head and she fell on the floor. She'd been knocked out and I couldn't get her to wake up.

Oh My God what should I do!? I need to get someone! I ran downstairs and told everyone what happened. Rocky called an ambulance while everyone went to help Lola. Riker carried her lifeless body carefully down each step as the rest of the band followed. I heard sirens coming closer to the house signalling that the ambulance was nearly here. They arrived and loaded her body into the back. They told us that only two people were allowed to ride in the ambulance with her. For the whole ride to the hospital I gripped her hand as a steady flow of tears ran down my pale cheaks. Riker, who also rode in the ambulance, tried to get me to stop crying so hard by telling me everything would be fine, but how did he know? None of us could know yet, she could have brain damage or something!

Once we'd finally arrived at the bleak hospital we had to nervously sit and wait while they ran some tests on Lola. After we had waited for what felt like hours we were all eeger to find out what the situation was when the nurse came to tell us. "Well, there's no damage to her head, that's a good sign, but I'm afriad Lola has slipped into a coma. You may now go and see her if you would like to." She told with almost no emotion in her voice. I ran to the room as a fresh lot of tears began to pour down my face. She was hooked up to all of these tubes and her heart moniter kept bleeping. 

I can't believe my twin sister's in a coma, and we have no idea when she will wake up...If she wakes up.