I faked my suicide

Chapter 2

I talked and talked with my brother for about one or two hours, my parents didn't even bother to come to check on us or to check if we're safe, and that makes me feel unimportant and left alone. You know, we all at some point need that care and support from our parents, but unfortunately i don't receive it. Ryan isn't even sad and doesn't feel bad at all that he got kicked out of the house, instead, he really is quite happy and he's enjoying it.

I ask him what's so enjoyable of being out of the family, he tried to explain his feelings and what he means...

' Emily, we're not even living in a family, this is not what a family does, well, actually, i dont even know what a family is.. But when i went out to Brian's house i literally became so jealous of the way he gets treated, i mean, i really want that support and care.. We're just random people living in one house, that's what i conclude of our "family" ' he told me and ended up with meaningful deep tears in his eyes.

'Sweet boy, i feel ur pain my love, we're both in the same situation because we're in the same "family", basically god gave us this hard and rigid life and we should be even harder and more rigid to be able to live it, we can make it through this because god knows we are strong enough. And one day, when you'll become a big man your gonna realize that you made it ! Because you, and I, we will make it cause we can, cant we?' I ended up drowning in the salty water coming out of my eyes.

'But what if we don't make it?' He asked in his deep cute voice.

'We will, i assure you we will' I answer trying to comfort him, though im not comforted myself. It's really weird and awkward how sometimes you can just make another person feel better and bring his emotions up while yours are on the ground crawling trying to reach the stairs...

My little brother is a very emotional person, which is not really good for him especially that he's growing up in such kind of family... The problem is that lately i barely talk to him at home because im not allowed to since my parents think im a bad influence on him. This really got me pissed off because i was the one who took care of him when he was a baby, i was the one who helped him solve his homework, i was the one who fed him, i was the one who changed his dipers, i was the one who offered him all my time for him not to feel alone and to feel that someone is taking care of him, i wad the one who read him a goodnight story every night so he could fall asleep, yes im not the mom who gave birth to him, but i am the mom who took care of him, which is one of the primary things a mom should do.

I don't think he remembers all i've done for him to grow up in a good way, and seeing him cry and say what he said was really hurtful for me. What happened next to the trash cans is going to be carved in my heart for what seems like forever. I really never thought that Ryan, himself, would feel that way.. i mean, i really understand him, because that's what i've been through, but at least he had someone to ask about him and take care of him, while me, hahah i grew up alone, i made mistakes and time taught me how to fix them.

We still are where we were, near the trash cans, each of us lost in his own thoughts trying to find ourselves to go back to reality.

Then Ryan breaks the silence and says 'And now? Where are we going to stay?'

'How about we go back home and try to get mom and dad to forgive you and let you in?' I suggest.

'Okay em, but what if they dont let me in?' He worries.

'Stop you and your what ifs mister now walk in front of me, we're going home!' I say as if im the captain.

As soon as we arrive home, i knock the door, no one answers... My parents never actually answered the door why am i even bothering and knocking the door, wasting my energy for nothing hahah. I take out my keys from my left pocket and enter. Ryan refuses to enter with me at first, he actually is afraid that mom or dad would mistreat him...

I push him inside and force him to apologize for actually nothing, he did nothing to get kicked out, it's jut because dad was stormy and indignant so he used Ryan for him to feel relieved i guess...

Mom was in the kitchen when we walked in and dad was watching tv, weird huh!

'What are you doing here Ryan?' yells dad 'Didn't i tell you not to come back?!!'

'He came to apologize' i interfere.

'You shut up, no one asked you to give ur opinion or even say a word' says dad.

'No dad no, i won't shut up okay? He's my brother and i'm ready to die for him right now, i won't mind.' i object as my tears roll down. 'And he's going to enter the house and i don't care what you'll say dear father. You can't keep him on the street. He is only 10!! What kind of monster are you¿!?'

'Since when you love him that much huh?' My dad argues.

'Why do you care? You never loved any of us anyway!' I answer him.

'GO TO YOUR ROOM EMILY!!¡!! NOW, I SAID' He shouts.

'IM NOT GOING IN, NOT BEFORE RYAN COMES WITH ME.' My voice becomes as high as dad's and my tears are forming a little pond next to my feet.

'Are you his lawyer miss i can do everything' He says in a mocking tone

'Yes i am, bye dad bye mom we don't need you anymore.' I say as i go pick up my stuff from my room, take some clothes for me and Ryan and head to the door with him, then leave the house.

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Author's note:

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