"I'll never forgive you, nor will I forget you.." | ORIGINAL STORY BY ME |

Chapter 1 - I guess some things do change...

My name's Michelle and I'm here to tell you how my life went to hell. Kidding, but my aunt Jackie said I should let all my emotions out onto paper instead of crying myself to sleep or something like that. Whatever that means, I guess. This is probably the first and last you'll hear from me in this stupid thing so-called a "diary". As if I'd call this a "diary".

I currently live in a modern-type house with my 2 sisters and aunt. I love them more than anything, sincerely, I do! It is currently May 13th, 1983, and 9:36 in the morning. We had the day off of school today, or more like my aunt told me to watch over my kid sister, Georgia, while she went to work. You see, Georgia got sick yesterday so I have to watch her because my older sister, Mariah, is currently in college at the age of 20. It is a Friday in Spring, which happens to feel like summer, I love the warmth of the sun and how beautiful the blossoming flowers looked, it was just sweltering out this time of day.

Though I'll stop boring you with this and get you stepped right into my life, I guess?

                                                                                                          XOXO    Michelle, 

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Georgia laid in bed, resting, while Michelle was in the kitchen finally finished making soup for her, also bringing medicine aside, and carefully carried it up to the room Michelle and Georgia shared. It's not like they didn't have enough rooms in the house or anything. Georgia often got night terrors and took in the comfort of the presence of her sister with her kind words.

"Hey, Georgia? Do you mind if I come in..?" Michelle had softly whispered, high enough that it was audible but not loud.

Coughing and wheezing, Georgia had replied with, "Sissy..?" coughing again, "Y..yeah, you can come in.." wheezing once more.

And with the creek of the door, Michelle walked right in and slow and steady steps. They positioned the bowl and medication on top of the desk and knelt next to the bed where Georgia laid.

"How are you feeling? I brought medicine for your soar throat and coughing. I also made some soup to warm up that stomach of yours" They said while smiling, Georgia was smiling along with them.

Taking the thermometer out of her sister's mouth, she checked the temperature which had read "103.2 F"

Sighing, they placed the thermometer on the desk, then stood up to take the wet rag on their kid sister's head. Michelle squeezed the water out of the rag into a bowl, while drowning it seconds later in another bowl of cold water, gently keeping it in the bowl.

"How're you feeling, kiddo?" said with a slight hope in their voice that, at least, it was not worst than the last they had checked up on her.

"Not too good.." she had replied with a frown, which copied onto Michelle's face out of empathy...understanding she felt dreadful but wasn't one to complain.

"Well...why don't you try eating something, you haven't eaten anything yet." with bits of worry held onto their words, they gestured towards the bowl of soup made prior.