In November, we noticed something was amiss with my sibling but their stubborn self did not want to talk to us. We tried and tried throughout the rest of November and December.
In January, my dad had enough and forced answers out of them. If I thought it was bad then, I was not prepared for what was to come the 31st of January.
Imagine; waking up on this seemingly normal Monday to go to school, nothing wrong or strange. Then you come home, say hi to both of your parents and sibling, only to get told that tomorrow, the 1st of February, your sibling will be admitted to the hospital. Imagine how broken a 15-year-old would feel hearing that.
My sibling was in the hospital the entirety of February, at the end of the month they were back home. During their stay my mom could go and visit, only her because of COVID, and I, I had to go and live my life how I normally did. I just had to take it and accept it that I was an only child for that month. Since then the relationship we had in the family got destroyed, almost ruined beyond repair if I may say so.
All three of them fought, talked shit about each other behind each other's back and I knew all of it. None of my teachers knew about it at school, only 3 friends did.
The thing is, they still fight like that and for once, I'm not in the middle of everything. Now I know nothing, last year I knew all of it. Neither of these are the best option for a teenager.
