The drive to Austin was exhausting, hilarious and refreshing. Damon and Daisy loaded up the family van and drove the twenty-seven-hour distance to Texas. Damon was home for a few weeks that summer and offered to help Daisy move in.

She was a little skeptical at first, but it beat driving for that long and stopping overnight with their parents instead. She was having a lot more fun with Damon than she expected. They were twins, but other than being born on the same day the two had very few things in common.

Damon was a prodigy in every aspect of life. He got accepted into the Tulane University on their sixteenth birthday and started his freshman year while Daisy was still a senior in high school. He was determined to become the next Warren Buffet and everyone knew it.

His professional savvy coupled with academic smarts made him the most likely candidate to emulate the business magnate, investor and philanthropist. As they drove past a park in Coleman, Texas Daisy couldn't help but smile at her brother. He was smart, kind and ridiculously selfless. All of the things she was not. He's exactly like him. The thought brought familiar stings to her eyes as she blinked away the impending tears.

They were truly twins that stayed at the opposite ends of the gamut. They were proof that no two people are the same, regardless of genetics and upbringing. The two grew up in the same house with their mother, Keisha and stepfather Louis in their quaint Reno, Nevada home.

They both attended Desert Springs Baptist Church since they were seven years old and had a strong disdain for all things new school Hip-Hop related. The most defining thing about the two was that they both watched at the age of seven as their biological father was gunned down after being robbed at a local gas station. From that moment, Daisy and Damon responded to everything very differently.

Damon became heavily involved with school. He was very active, playing football and running track, but he also excelled academically. They moved from Carson City to Reno after their father's death. Their mother was adamant that they start afresh in every avenue.

Life had proven that it was too short and unpredictable, so her faith became stronger overnight. Desert Springs Baptist Church was recommended to Keisha by an old coworker before they moved. That first Sunday after they relocated, they all sat in the second pew as Pastor Louis Thompson preached.

It seemed like forever ago even though it had only been ten years. Her mom and stepfather got married after a year of dating. Keisha, Damon and Daisy moved into their new home right after the wedding and it seemed a new family unit was created. That's what Keisha hoped for at least.

Damon clearly missed having a male figure around and Louis really was great with them. Daisy, however, couldn't shake the nightmares and sadness that seemed to cradle her daily. They grieved in their own ways. Damon threw himself into his academic and extracurricular activities, while Daisy drowned in drugs, bad crowds and promiscuity.

"You're just being stubborn and lazy." That was Keisha's mantra when grades came in and her C- average failed to measure up to Damon's A+ average. Daisy couldn't deny that her mother was right. School was actually pretty easy, but she could care less to apply herself. Instead, Daisy spent the remainder of her elementary school career acting out.

Middle school flew by quicker than she expected. Those three years were some of her favorite. She met Chad Cegelski, Jack Castille and Rhonda Otter in 6th grade and they had become inseparable. Chad's dad was the late-night DJ for KKOH, so he was always asleep during the day and gone at night.

This made Chad's house their go-to spot for experimenting. They were each other's first for a lot of things. They all decided to smoke weed together the day before 7th grade. The first time was awful, but as time went on Daisy got the hang of it and was hooked.

By her sophomore year of high school, Daisy had smoked, snorted and shot up almost every drug they could get their hands on. Weed and Oxycontin were her staples. She took pride in the fact that she was a functional addict.

In the beginning, it was a challenge balancing everything. Daisy was addicted to the false escape brought on by the high. It was vital that she keep it together though, because she knew that if her mom and stepfather found out she would be hauled off to a Christian rehab center and that was not going to happen.

As they passed a white Nissan Rogue, Daisy couldn't help but notice the toddler looking out at her. Children freaked her out. She thoroughly enjoyed the process that unfortunately led to them, but could never see herself as a mom.

Kids were a liability to her illegal luxuries. That is why she was so thankful to Marlo, her drug dealer, for loaning her the money needed for her third abortion. She couldn't believe how reckless she had been with Jack, Isaiah or Hector. After the first abortion, Daisy swore that she would always use protection. The second time just made her thoroughly annoyed with how fertile she apparently was. This go around, Daisy just felt numb.

The first thing she planned on doing once Damon left was head to the campus clinic to get an IUD put in. She had the chance to be free and sexually open now that she was away from Reno. Her mother thought that the fact that she had to start school in the summer would anger her. It did the exact opposite.

Daisy was so eager to get away from her it didn't matter that she'd be in a classroom during summer. She was very prepared for college and life in Austin. Marlo had set her up with a dealer there, so she wouldn't be without. She smiled to herself as she thought of the various things, boys and drugs she was ready to try.

Granted, she had to keep her grades up. The whole reason she was starting in the summer was because of her less than stellar GPA. She used junior and senior year to apply herself and raise her scores. She was determined to make her first year at Texas University a memorable one.

"What are you thinking about?" Damon asked not taking his eyes off of the road. "Nothing." Daisy sighed knowing he'd see right through the lie. "Try again." She sometimes hated being twins. "Read my mind if you don't believe me." He smirked. "You ready to talk about your abortion?"

Not this again. I'm tired of talking about this. "What is there to talk about, D? It's been almost a year." Damon looked at her now. "I'm talking about the one you just got two weeks ago." Daisy almost choked. How could he know about that? The only person that knew was Marlo and he had never met Damon before. "Don't try lying your way out of this, Dee. Marsha Henshaw saw you leave the clinic."

Fan-fucking-tastic! What are the chances that the teenage church gossip is the one to see me leave an abortion clinic? The furrowed look on his face made Daisy's stomach knot up. "I'm sorry, Damon." His voice was lower than a whisper. "What are you exactly sorry for, Daisy? Killing yet another innocent baby or getting caught?"

Both. She looked out the window and up towards the blue sky. You're probably having yourself a good, hearty laugh aren't you, God? "Why? Why do you keep doing this? Why do you keep putting yourself in this situation?" He was asking herself all of the questions she'd ask while laying on that cold, sterile clinic bed.

"What do you think Dad would say?" The question hit her so hard she thought she would vomit. "Why don't you mind your own fucking business, Damon?! I don't say anything about your little gambling problem, do I?" His eyes grew wide.

They knew each other better than anyone, which meant they knew what verbal weapons to use when they wanted things to sting. "You're a real bitch, you know that?" His eyes now back on the road. "Tell me something I don't know." Damon quickly switched lanes and stopped on the side of the road. "What the hell are you doing?!" Daisy exclaimed as he put the car in park and turned on the hazards. "What happened to you?" The sincerity in his voice matched the tears in his eyes.

Adventure time was fun while it lasted. "Nothing happened." Daisy lied. She didn't need this right now. She hadn't smoked in over a days and hadn't had any pills in weeks. Marlo's supplier was locked up and Jack was in rehab. She was trying to keep cool, but without the drugs it was proving more difficult.

"I know about the drugs, Dee." Well aren't you just full of information today. "And?" Daisy couldn't believe this was happening. They were three hours away from Austin and Damon wanted to do all of this now. He definitely liked his dramatic flair. "Drugs, unprotected sex...who are you?" The question hurt, because she didn't know the answer to it. "You were always wild, but never reckless." You don't know me. No one knows me. I don't know me.

Damon sighed deeply as he waited. "The therapy was supposed to help us." He said aloud. "Yeah, that's what they said. I think it just made Mom and Louis feel better." Damon shook his head absentmindedly."Can you just choose one?" Daisy stared at her brother.

"Sex or drugs...just chose one vice?" It was a depressing compromise. Daisy gave him a sad smile. They looked alike. They had their mother's brown hair and full lips, but shared their father's wide, hazel eyes. "Damon, it's my life." The sorrow that overtook him was instant. The tears fell ferociously. "Daisy, you're all I have of him."