Freedom - A love stronger than blood

Shanna

Shanna . My intelligent two-faced cousin . Her tall slender build towered over my low head carriage. I believe she doesn't like me ever since we were kids I've teased her over my great advantage , a vast dominance that I've  ridiculed her over for years. The fact that I am 10 days older has fuelled my regretful jovial disposition during her prolonged presence . I sat crossed legged staring out our bland white wall , fuelled by vexation . 

" What you doing ," She piped in her narcissistic english accent . 

"Isn't clear ," I snapped back .

She let out a piqued huff . I rolled my eyes . You may be wondering reader why Shanna has a irksome english accent ; well you see Mum and Susie come from england and well Shanna has unfortunately picked up that intonation .  Mum had a quarrel with Nan . She has never seen me , never kissed me , never told me she loved me . I don't even know if she is alive . I envy Shanna with fierce intent , she has always had a loving , fulfilled family , a dad , a mum , even grandparents . Why don't  I have that ? 

I have thought of running away . Many times . I struggle on a lack of tolerance for the current situation  that I have fallen into . A deep whole , in which I scramble and scrape to release my fractured soul from . I should happy . A chance to break free , but a part of me wants to stay here curl up , go to sleep . I don't know what I want ...