Cursed

prologue.

Somewhere here in Iowa, there is a local run down apartment. Though it's run down, I'm relieved that we still have a place to sleep in. I've always had a dream that I'd get to sleep in a nice, cozy bed. However, that's never going to happen since my good for nothing big brother, Aaron Grant, is a fucking useless 'adult'.

"Nathan!"

I got up from the couch and ran to the door.

"Nathaaaaan." Aaron groaned. He smells kind of funny. "Are you drunk again?" I questioned him.

"Get out" he hiccuped. "the fucking wayyy!"

He pushed me whilst getting inside our room.

I told you, he's a good for nothing brother. I never really see him work, to be honest. I have no idea how he's going to survive without me working my ass off. I would often see him with his friends, going out to a party and shit I don't even want to know anymore. I fucking hate him.

"Aaron. Sam needs to go to school starting this Monday so-" a snore cut me off from saying something really fucking important.

"Great." I muttered under my breath. He's asleep. On the fucking floor.

I left the living room and went to my bedroom with a little girl sleeping comfortably under the covers of my bed.

"Sam." I whispered as I tucked a few loose strands of hair behind her ear and placed a kiss on her forehead.

Samantha Grant is Aaron and I's little adorable sister. With her, I couldn't even think of committing suicide even if everyday I'm living a horrible life. She's what keeps me working. My own motivation. My own little sister. Someone whom I will protect not because I need to but because I want to. I love her. And I'll do anything for her.

I tuck myself beside her under the covers, and let myself drift off to dreamland.

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should I continue or nah?

sorry it's short but come on, it's the prologue!