Allie Rayne~ Finding out who you are

Midnight, April 30, 1998, a baby was born at the Hermitage Medical Clinic. Lainey Rayne had been in labor for eight hours, Aden Rayne had been at work for seven of those hours, and little three year old Henley Rayne had been in the hospital for two days. Henley had fallen on a heater and burnt half of her face. Aden was the head of a major business corporation that spread across Ireland all the way to Canada. But, Lainey had been pregnant with twin girls.
She had spent nine months of her life dreaming that they would both have dirty blonde hair and brown eyes. Just like the rest of the family. When the first twin came, Lainey had gotten her wish of dirty blonde hair and brown eyes. She named the baby Sapphire. But as the next daughter came, Lainey could hardly claim the child.
A baby with almost light pink hair and blue eyes, had come out of her. Lainey was confused; no one that she knew looked like this. At least she had one beautiful daughter; she would give the other up for adoption. She refused to name this child. So after the twin girls went into the NICU, for neither of them could breathe very well.
That next morning, Lainey found out something that devastated her. Her child was dead, the one she was going to keep was dead. Only the nameless white pink haired baby was alive. Only the one who would be put up for adoption was alive. The nameless child was a miracle, she had survived something that killed every person that had, had it happen to them. What had happened that night? A nurse went crazy, and smothered all of the babies in the NICU.
Well that’s the story that was told to the people. That was the story everyone knew… except all of Aden’s company. But not even Aden’s company knew what a middle aged woman was writing on a scroll of paper. The child’s name you ask?
Allie Rayne.
Six years later
It was Allie’s sixth birthday. Nothing seemed wrong to her about her birthday. Not even how Henley got to blow out the candles on the cake, or that Allie never got a piece of cake, or that Henley got presents and Allie only got and extra piece of bacon. This was how it had always been. This was all Allie knew. The only other thing she knew was her room, and the kitchen. Allie didn’t even find it odd that whenever tornadoes were coming that they stayed safe in her room. Her room in the basement, her room that was under the front porch stairs, her room that was made of cement blocks, her room that only had four things in it: the water heater, a cot, a pillow, and a blanket. She didn’t even think twice when her mother called it a storm cellar.
But on this particular birthday, Allie was listening to her mother and father yell at each other. But she only caught some of what they were saying.
“Hell no, I may not want the little brat but-“ that was her mother
“But we can’t help-----, she was born like that. Her birthmark is a sure sign of it.” Her father yelled back
“------ didn’t you----------- were on of them, they are-------, and crazy!” Mother yelled
“Because I knew you would do this!” My father yelled “Stay away from my daughter! Send her to the school, and you won’t have to pay anything.”
Seconds later I heard their bedroom door open and my mother walk through the kitchen. Soon after, their door slammed again.
“THIS IS WHAT YOU GET!” Mother yelled
My Father screamed in pain, and while gasping for breath I swear I heard ‘I love you Allie, Rosewall will be a great school, I went there too.’ and with that my father breather his last breath. At this age this whole situation didn’t process through my head all the way. The only thing I understood that my dad wasn’t coming back and that my birth mark that was shaped like a owl wing was different.
Four hours later I heard sirens outside, and I heard my Mother crying. I heard her telling someone that
Father had committed suicide. Even I knew that, what she was saying was a complete lie. But the people believed her, and my Fathers funeral was on Tuesday. But I wasn’t allowed to go.