never the same

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A/N idk how to write #imdumb

     George listened closely as his father spoke, wondering why his eyes were glossed over, and why he was shaking. An eerie silence filled the room and George couldn't shake the feeling of terror. "George, Ben, Lucy.." his father choked out. The three siblings all gave each other a glance, wondering why their father was so upset, and where their mother was to comfort them. "Your mother.. she passed away this morning." Georges father managed to finish his sentence before breaking down once again. George sat there with a cold look on his face, unable to process what he just heard. 

     He listened as his sister screamed slurred words, that were foggy in Georges state. He heard as his brother started sobbing, trying to comfort the girl next to him, and his equally as broken up father. George tried to process, it couldn't be true. There was no way. His mother was  strong, she wouldn't have gone without a fight. George sat there, with his head down,  silent. "How." he heard his brother manage to get out over the sadness that was evident in his voice. His father looked up. "She was hit by a drunk driver. She was dead...upon.. impact.  They said they couldn't save her." his father broke down again, his brother got up and ran to his room, slamming the door behind him. His sister sat with their father, sobbing. George let silent tears fall down his face, before getting up and walking to his brothers room. He weakly lifted his hand up to knock on the door. 

    His brothers door slammed open, a rage burning in his eyes. George stayed silent. As he looked up and met his brothers eyes, he broke down, no longer able to suppress the strong emotions he was feeling. He reached to his brother for a hug, but was quickly pushed to the ground. "YOU'RE THE REASON SHE'S GONE. IF YOU HADN'T FORGOTTEN YOUR DAMN COAT AT SCHOOL YESTERDAY, SHE WOULD STILL BE HERE." George listened to his brothers words. His emotions taking over as he sobbed on the ground in front of his brother, he looked over at his sister, who had just come up the stairs. She looked hurt, hurt that George had taken away her mother. "I WISH IT WAS YOU AND NOT HER. IF YOU HAD GOTTEN OFF YOUR LAZY ASS SHE WOULD STILL BE HERE, AND YOU WOULD BE DEAD. I WISH YOU HAD DIED INSTEAD." George's brother realized what he had just said, yet showed no remorse to his younger sibling. George looked over as he heard his sister croak out "This is all your fault. I hate you." Before running to her room. He heard his father sobbing downstairs, unaware of the events that had just taken place upstairs. George pushed down the pit in his stomach and ran downstairs to comfort his father. He helped his father to his room, before heading to his. Upon entering his room George noticed a small metal tip of a box cutter sticking out of his backpack. He remembered how his mom had helped him get over his depression, and his bad habits, but all he could think of now was the pain of the blade dancing on his skin. how worthless he was, he deserved the pain, he killed his mother. He couldn't stop himself. He grabbed the cutter and started slicing.

Time skip: 2 months

Georges father had sat the siblings down the night prior and explained  to them that he was sending them away until he could get back on his feet. Now the three found themselves on a plain to Orlando, all three siblings once again blaming George for it.

Time skip: 4 months

George had been settled into his new home for four months. His father hadn't contacted him once. His aunt and uncle used him as a punching bag emotionally and physically, his siblings doing the same. It wasn't much better at school. George was living in constant pain. His uncle was a lot stronger than George, and George often had to use makeup to cover the intense bruises all over his body. Despite the heat year round George never dared to wear anything that didn't cover his legs and his arms completely, what if someone saw the bruises? The scars? the cuts? He couldn't risk it. At least people can't see mental scars.

This brings us to where we are today. 1 year since his mothers death, 1 year since he saw his father last, one year since he lost every reason to live.

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Prologue fin.

Ill try to update again once a week, maybe more?

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-Turnip!

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