Forlot: A Girl Who Needs Her Space - Book Thirty-Two

Chapter One

So you finally decided to read my story. About time! And speaking of time, I need to make sure that I did not alter the timeline before I destroy this watch and this music box once and for all. I did not want either of them to fall into the wrong hands. Nobody should have these...not even me.

You are probably wondering why I want to destroy a harmless wristwatch and a gorgeous music box. That is just it. They are too dangerous to keep using in our world. And despite how elegant they are, I just could not find it in myself to spare them or hide them from my brothers and other family members at least. Alas, I know that one of my pesky brothers - or a complete stranger - will find them and misuse them.

It is a shame that I cannot keep the watch and music box on my bedstand anymore - or in the house. They brought me so much joy and comfort. But the feeling did not last when I watched what they both can do to those around me.

Before I tell you my story, I should introduce myself and explain my background. I am Carmen. I like that name. No. I love that name. Reminds me of caramel, which I am addicted to. Alright. I am not addicted to caramel, but I will not hesitate to put it on meals if it is available.

I think that the reason that I love caramel is because Mom craved it when she was pregnant with me. As I grew up - I am now a teenager - she would tell me all the times that she drizzled caramel on her meats and pastas and chewed on milkshakes with caramel - but without the milk and ice cream.

Yes, my mom was weird when she was pregnant with me, but my brothers and I are relieved that was a fad and nothing more. Even Mom is content that she has not touched caramel for years. She told us that it was easy once she gave birth to me because the crave was gone.

I would not feel good if I did not tell you readers that my mother feels guilty for what she did to me. Eating caramel and all that stuff. Although that she does not need to apologize, I always accept her apologies and give her a hug. And why should I not apologize? I do not blame her for what she did all those years ago. It was a mistake. A mistake that she would do over and over, but still.

We all make mistakes, and at least that she does not have the craving anymore. I say that she has learned her lesson.

I wish that she would forgive and forget.

If there is one thing that I could change about my life and my family, it would be my brothers. Every single one of them.

Granted, I have a load of things that I wish that I was able to alter, but it is what it is...I guess. My brothers and I do not have a dad. We have different dads, but none of the men have stuck around to take care of us and Mom. They said that it is too much and that they would rather have fun. Mom was obviously livid and gave it to each of them.

It went something like this:

"How in the world could you say such things?" Mom asked. You can hear the shakiness in her voice. "Who would rather be out late partying than be with us?"

He shoved his hands in his pockets. "Seriously? You are comparing my friends to you and our children?"

"There is no comparison. You should put your family above your needs."

"So you think that my friends are not important?"

"I think that friends are extremely important, but..."

"But what?"

"...you should not be friends with just anybody."

"And what is wrong with making friends with people that you do not know? That is how you and I met."

She sighed. "That is different."

He threw up his hands. "How is that different?! You had better explain, woman!"

Mom is a sensitive being and hates when people yell at her. Tears formed in her eyes as she gripped either side of her head. "Stop it."

He cupped a hand around his ear. "What did you just say? Did you tell me to stop it?"

She glared at him. "I want you to stop this. I will stop if you stop."

He lowered his arms to his sides and smirked at her. "You mean that you will stop all this petty arguing if I do not hang out with my friends anymore?"

"I would love for you to spend time with your friends if you were hanging around with the right crowd!"

She has been through that four flippin' times.

Our mother swore that she would never again have a relationship with a man. She reassured both me and my brothers that she loves us and that she would not trade us for anything in the world. She was okay with being a single parent.

Too bad that I traded my family for my selfish needs.

I would not say that I am a selfish person. I try to put Mom and all my brothers above my needs...but let us just say that it is easier said than done. I am as much of a human as my older and younger brothers. And it does not help that they are popular.

I have a total of six brothers. I know, right? It would not bother me so much if I had a sister. But no. I am the only sister in the family. And I have the pleasure of living with six douchebags. I am not exaggerating when I say that they are all douchebags. They are the worst!

A shame that I got rid of them.