⥈𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐇𝐨𝐮𝐫⥈

II

Why did it have to come to this? Why couldn't you have a family that cared about you?

You thought that you shouldn't have to suffer like this at such a young age. How could people be so cruel to a 7 year old?

"I've done nothing to them, ugh..!" You shouted.

"Why can't they just love me?" You added, desperately. 'It shouldn't be that hard to care for your child. You've done it with your first two kids—why should the third one be any different...' you thought. It's sad that a 7 year old has to come to such conclusions, let alone even think about something as sad as this.

You stayed in your room and cried for around 8 minutes before you decided that you needed to just suck it up.

You thought the best thing to do was confront your family about this. They needed to understand that what they're doing is wrong, and that you shouldn't be treated this way. You were done with everything. Being ignored, not being given love, having your own birthday forgotten.. done. Just done!

You were confident that you'd be able to change their minds and finally receive the love and care that you deserve as their child.

You got off of your bed, wiped your tears and stomped to your bedroom door, but you stopped for a moment.

Do I really want to this?

Is it going to work?

Will they finally love me?

You started doubting your plan already, but after all of the negative thoughts ran through your mind, you finally just gave in, that you were going to go ahead and confront them.

You quietly twisted the doorknob and walked out of the room.

You didn't know what your family was up to at the moment but you didn't care! You just wanted to show them how you really feel about them treating you like crap everyday.

You may raise your voice, but it doesn't matter. You were furious. It's got to end.

You began stomping down the stairs of the house and into the living room, where most of the noise came from.

You peered into the large, wide doorway and saw your two siblings, Gabriella and Noah, sitting on some chairs and eating cookies, while your parents talked and laughed with them. See, this is all you wanted. For your family to spend time with you and make you feel valued. Wanted. Loved.

Your siblings aren't even supposed to eat cookies late at night. It's not allowed in this house but of course, maybe that rule was only directed at you. Gabriella and Noah get anything they want. No matter how big or small it is. They will get it.

You decided to stop thinking about how much your parents don't care about you.. and just go in.

"Let's HOPE this doesn't end badly.." You whispered to yourself.

You took some deep breaths to prepare yourself, mentally and physically. But then, once again, you began second guessing yourself and the plan you had originally made in your bedroom. After careful deliberation, you decided to just go for it. What's the worst that could happen, they send you back up to your room? You're always up there anyway.

With one last deep breath taken, you stepped out into the middle of the doorway, finally revealing yourself to your so called family.

After Gabriella spotted you first, everyone saw you. All of the laughter and giggles that once filled the room have now ended at the sight of you. Your father stares at you, his face a mix of annoyed and confused at the same time. "What are you doing down here, Y/n? You're supposed to be upstairs in bed." He asked. You cleared your throat before speaking. "I have to tell you something. I need to tell all of you something rather important." You said, fiddling with the bottom of your nightgown. Another thing that shocked your parents was how large your vocabulary was at just 7 years old, and how well you were at using it.

"What is it, get it over with already so that you can go back to bed." Your mother looked at you with disgust. You had to fight the urge to send her a nasty glare in return, although you couldn't help but slightly roll your eyes.

"Well, if you haven't already noticed, it is my birthday today," you started, eyeing each and every one of your family members.

"But since none of you care, I'm not going into depth about that. I wanted to just explain to you all how horrible of a family you've been to me. You guys act like you don't care about me, like I'm not even there. Especially you guys, Gabriella and Noah... you act like I don't even exist! And to you, my parents? If I can even call you guys that. You treat my siblings so much better than me. I never expected you to have favorites, but for you to treat me horribly and treat Gabriella and Noah so well? Do you understand how that makes me feel? Do YOU even realize what you've done?!" You began to sob. This was a really emotional thing for you.

"Most of my life I've felt like nobody loved me, cared for me, valued me of anything. No child of a parent should have to feel like that! I would've never experienced fun in my life if it weren't for my friends at school, they act like more of a family to me than you guys do! That's really saying something, you know? I'm surprised you guys haven't began starving me yet... it's just, I don't want to live like this anymore. I don't want to keep living in a house full of people who are supposed to care for me and love me, y'know, actually act like a sensible family? That's all I've ever wanted. I just want a family. A real family. You guys couldn't even throw me a birthday party. And even then, I would've been just as happy if someone could've told me happy birthday, but apparently that's too much to ask of you." You sobbed even more than before.

Your family was speechless. Who would've known something like this could come out you?

You stared at your family with teary eyes, waiting for them to say something. One apology wouldn't work, for all of the pain and mental suffering they've caused you... but you just wanted someone to speak up. You wanted to know that someone had heard you and understood what you said.

You wanted someone to begin treating you better.

Is that too much to ask?

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