𝑻𝑾𝑶 𝑺𝑰𝑫𝑬𝑺 𝑶𝑭 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑺𝑨𝑴𝑬 𝑪𝑶𝑰𝑵 | Colby Brock |

𝑪𝑨𝑵𝑻 𝑺𝑻𝑶𝑷 𝑫𝑵𝑨

"ʸᵒᵘ ʳᵘⁱⁿᵉᵈ ᵐᵉ ᵉᵛᵃⁿᵍᵉˡⁱⁿᵉ"

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   "WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?" My older brother Evan asked with furrowed brows, concern covering his face as well as confusion, as he watched me lean against my window sill, my hair was a mess, lips were chapped, my skin was covered in intentional scratch marks from me trying to get the crawling under my skin that doesn't seem to ever leave go away. I look at him with tired eyes, yet a scowl on my face.
 
  "Go away Evan."
I said, my voice low and unwavering as if I was under an constant shook. Evans face which was once filled with concerned turned into anger, he sighed, wiping his hand down his face, looking down at me.
 
   "You're just like mom." He bent down to my level, grabbing an empty pill bottle that was on the floor, his hand shaking, holding it in front of my face.

A crazy, beautiful mess —
 
   "Dad would be so disappointed in you." He said through gritted teeth, his words shattered me, he was right, he would be, seeing the way I turned out, saying id never follow in my mother's footsteps, yet here I am following the same path she chose to go down.
 
   "Well he's not here, is he?" I spat in my brother's face, him standing back up and I grab onto the window sill to pull myself back on my feet, looking up at my brother.

   "He's never here!" My voice began to rose. "They both left us, you do not have to right to say I am just like mom! It's not my fault Evan-!"
  
   He cut me off, tilting his head. "Then whose is it? Huh? You chose to do drugs, you chose to lose yourself, it all falls back on you."
 
    I furrow my brows, pushing him in the chest, "It all falls back on me? That's the thing, after we got abandoned I was the only one keeping this family together, keeping us alive, dad was never home and you know that! Its exhausting! I never wanted to choose this, I never wanted to be remotely like mom!" I yelled, my voice breaking as I pointed at him.
  
   "I am just so sick and tired of this fucked up family. And don't sit here and try to act so perfect! We both know you're waiting hopelessly by the door like a damn dog waiting for the day Dad finally comes home because all you ever did was suck up to him because you're a good for nothing daddy's boy with no self respect because all you want is your father's validation." I poked at his chest, his face scrunched up with anger though he had a small tear run down his cheek.
  
   "Shut the fuck up Evangeline!" He yelled in my face, stalking closer to me grabbing my shoulders and pushing me back, my head hit the wall, I hold on the back of my head, my ears were ringing and it felt as if my head had its own pulse but painful. I looked back up at my brother, his eyes filled with rage, I caught his fists clenched by his sides.
  
    "What if I don't?" My voice barely above a whisper. "Hit me like mom did? Really runs in the fucking family, doesn't it?" I spat, before grabbing my bag and swinging it over my shoulder, brushing against his shoulder roughly, walking down the hall and going down the steep steps, leading me down into the kitchen.
  
   "Evangeline, where are you going?" I jumped a bit, backing away from the back door to turn around.
  
   "On a walk, I'll be back okay?" I said, trying to keep my breath steady from earlier as I looked at my other brother, Griffin.
   "I heard yelling and shuffling upstairs, what happened?" He asked with concern, I adverted my gaze away from his, scratching the back of my neck.
  
   "None of your concern Griff." I said, turning back around and walking out of the back door. It was pitch back outside, the air was cold and all I could hear was my footsteps on the gravel. My head was still ringing from earlier, it felt like I had a constant headache.
 
    I never wanted to follow in my mother's footsteps, I always told myself id never be anything like her, especially having to watch her lose herself my whole childhood, with my father being away constantly for 'work' there was really no one to help her. She never tried to help herself, part of the reason what's wrong with her is that she's bipolar, and she had refused to take her medication. Me and Evan would often find her flushing them down the toilet, pretending to take them, eventually just to spit them out because she hid them under her tongue or her lip. We couldn't even force her to, she got so bad to the point she went mentally crazy, insane even, random outbursts of energy just to be followed up a week later to her bed rotting, refusing to eat or drink. She had occasional 'normal' days and how she chose to spend those days were going out to bars, stealing the money we would save up for months, coming home absolutely wasted.

    And when she would come home, stumbling through the front door with a half empty bottle of liquor in her hand, something inside of her changed, she would go and yell at me, hit me, saying I were a sorry excuse for a daughter, she would often tell me.
 
   "You ruined me Evangeline."
As her only daughter, she viewed me as a mirror of herself, everything that was wrong with her, reflected onto me. I always wondered why Evan hated me after Mom left, I now know that he sees her in me, like she had, and I honestly don't blame him, knowing how shitty my mom was, i'd hate me too.
 
    I know that my own habits are very much like hers, thing is, I learned it all from her. I am too much like her, it's in my DNA, and there's not getting around it, it's my fate, it's in my blood.
 
   My mother was only really good at telling a story, and being an alcoholic. I like to think she tried at least.
 
   I was ripped away from my thought when I heard rusting in the bushes behind me, I slowly reach for my bag, grabbing my switchblade and tucking it in my sleeve. Keeping high alert, I hadn't know how long or far I had walked, since I was aimlessly doing it.
 
   I felt uneasy, maybe Im just paranoid from the high earlier? I put the hood of my jacket up, the feeling of someone following me began to linger. I felt a chill run down my spine before a hand covered my mouth and grabbed my waist, backing me up against a nearby wall in a alley.
 
   The bit the guys hand, causing him to loosen his grip on me before I tear.out of his grip, pulling out my switchblade and pinning him against the wall, the blade against his throat
  "Who the fuck are you?" I said through gritted teeth, pushing the knife in my hand harder against his neck, causing to draw a little blood. I freeze when I feel a cold object on the side of my head, the safety clicking off.
 
   "Drop it." The voice said, I kept my blade pressed up against the guys throat, before lowering it to my side, dropping it, I put my hands in the air, the gun still pressed against the side of my head.
  The person lowered the gun, and I took it as a chance to run through the alley, as I turn the corner, I heard a gun go off.
  I tumble to the floor, backing up against the wall, pulling my shirt aside to see the wound on my shoulder.
 
   "Jake, Sam! I got her!" I heard a voice say, my breathing becoming uneasy, the pain finally hitting me after the adrenaline rush. I saw three pairs of feet in front of me.
 
   "Corey are you actually fucking stupid! I just shot a random girl!" One of the voices said.
 
   "You don't know that, she could be apart of their gang!" The man which I assumed to be Corey argued.
 
   I heard one of them sigh before bending down to my level, my vision was becoming blurry but I soon to see a blonde haired boy with blue eyes.
  "What's your name?" He asked, I looked at him, before spitting in his face, he takes his hand, wiping it down his cheek before sighing.
 
   "Tie her up and blind fold her, we'll take her to Colby."

It all falls back on you —
 
   I felt the other two grab my arms, but I pulled away, kicking one in their ankle. I looked up to see the blonde man sigh before taking the end of the gun and hitting me in the side of the head with it, and just like that..

everything went black

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