Skylar Miller was only ten years old when everything began to fall apart. First, it was the quiet disappearances-one sibling at a time-until only three of her siblings remained in her life. Then came the accident, a day that left her with more than...
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| Skylar Miller |
"I had always been told that anger wasn't a pretty look on a young girl like me, but I didn't care. Anger was an emotion that everybody felt, and I knew how it felt. That was all I knew, was my emotions, because I had been left with them so many times, that they had become like a friend to me, like this anger that I felt"
For some reason, someone must have poured some piss into someone's cereal, because, for whatever reason, that person thought it would be funny, to have the three of us, being Luke, Noah and myself, in the back of the twins car. I really hoped, that whoever had made this decision, was more than happy with themselves.
I think the only people pleased with this decision was the twins themselves, and Noah, allowing themselves free reign to tease the hell out of Luke and myself. It was playful, but my mind was racing 100 miles an hour, knowing that I was going to have to see Jay and Summer. As far as I was aware, they had been living their life, and never once thought about us.
George was also here somewhere, but for most of my childhood, he had always been in and out of the house. He never settled, and that filtered into his lifestyle that I had seen posted all over social media these days. I could feel the anger I felt years ago, when I saw the first post he had made after he had left, with a girl on his arm as he showed off the places he was staying, and knowing that we could never afford such a trip, brought out the anger instead of the sadness.
And I could feel it within my bones tonight. I wish I could have gone for my usual afternoon swim, as it had always been apart of my routine since I knew that I had one, and just let it wash away this anger that I was feeling. This anger that was so prominent, I was sure that Noah and Luke could feel it on my skin, as they repulsed my touch as I sat in the middle of the car.
The same fancy car the twins had bought themselves, so that they could have their friends ride in it. The three of us would never know what such a thing would feel like, as we shared Shane's car. The twins fit better into the older group now, the more and more that they hung out with them, and without us.
I wasn't stupid. I had seen the posts. I had seen it all. There was no need for them to keep coming back, and making us feel cheap. They all didn't need to do this to us, to show just how much we hadn't achieved in the same time that they had been away from us. There was no need to rub it into our faces, and make it known that we weren't good enough.
We had known it since day one. This wasn't something new. "Come on kiddos" just that simple word made me cringe, as I stepped out of the car, looking at the fancy restaurant. For a few months, maybe even a year at most, Shane had told us we couldn't eat out. We had smaller meals that went further than they should, but we made do. We sharpened our taste buds, and made do, while it was clear that our siblings were eating at finer diners.
