Life is Rough

Happy Birthday to Me...

Arcadia Bay... 

A small town sitting next to the coast, a quiet place. It was warm almost every day of the year, no exception to the winter time. But there's not much about Arcadia Bay that's important. This is my story, not the town's. 

My name is Y/n Price, the youngest and only son of the Price family. My late father died when I was a lot younger and... It made me feel isolated. While my elder sister, Chloe, had her friend Max Caulfield, I only had dad. Mom was busy with her job as a waitress and when she was home, she was busy with the housework. I often offered to help, but she didn't want me to feel like I was being pushed to work. Dad was the only one there for me, who treated me with any kind of affection or love. And ever since he died in a car crash, I've never felt that kind of warmth again. 

Mom remarried a while later. Some war veteran called David. He always said he wanted what was best for both me and Chloe, but he treated us more like some kind of military platoon. And with how Chloe acted, I really couldn't blame him. She was always rebelling against him, always making it tough for him to do anything or even speak. With David and Chloe constantly at odds and mom just wanting to relax from it, I was still left alone. 

And now here I am, sat in my room in the attic, alone and cold. I was able to get a part time job in tuition despite my younger age. A lot of parents wanted someone closer to their kids' age so they could understand and get through better to them. And in a way, I guess it worked in most cases. 

With the money I had earned, I was able to buy my own clothes, decorate my room and I even managed to buy my birthday cake for my 18th birthday which was today. Though, when I asked and implied if anyone had anything planned for today, they simply said they were just too busy or had something else going on. It hurt that nobody really cared about my coming of age, but maybe it was just a childish thought. I just... Wish someone could celebrate my 18th birthday with me today. 

I get up from my bed and look out the window, seeing a dark sky with a crescent moon. A low sigh leaves my lips as I turn away and face the door. Getting up, I leave my room and sneak downstairs, making my way to the fridge. I open the fridge and see someone had already taken a good chunk of it out. The sight makes my mood fall even lower, but I take the remains of the cake out, sit at the kitchen table and get some candles. I stab them into the cake and light them up. 

After taking a seat, I just look into the flickering flames, lost in what I should wish for. I'd wish for my dad to come back from the dead, but I knew that wasn't possible. Another part of me thinks I should wish that my family would actually pay some kind of attention to me, show me something that proves they still love me. But given the situation with Chloe and her handle on drugs and crime, I doubt anyone would pay attention to me. 

Before my mind can make up a choice, I simply blurt out. 

Y/n: I wish just to feel loved. By anyone. 

A tear falls down my face as I blow out the candles. I sit in the darkness of the house, eating my birthday cake alone and craving affection. 

Happy Birthday to Me...