Genevieve Anderson, the girl that had been left behind and forgotten.
In a town where everybody knows everybody, meaning that no one goes unnoticed. Nobody just grabs a bag and leaves in the middle of the night, without someone seeing something. No...
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Chapter Five - Present
"You don't seem to like the idea that I have changed. You don't like that I grew up, when all you did was do the same that I had done. What you don't realize, is that you left a little girl behind, and she had to grow up. She had to change, and you weren't there to see it, and it hurt you. I hurt you like you hurt me"
Now, I'm usually not a big smoker, but on nights when I can't sleep, it lulls me to sleep. I knew there were other ways that I could fall asleep, like sleeping pills, but I didn't have the money for it. I barely had the money to pay for the repairs that the house needed, along with the medical bills some of the horses had stacking up at the moment, so my sleep was something that I was willing to sacrifice my lungs for.
"Life is shitty, isn't it?" Jack murmured, as he let his cigarette burn out, as we stared up at the stars. I just nodded my head, in agreeance to my best friend. He wasn't wrong, as for some reason, we had been given the raw end of the stick. We had been dealt a deck of cards from the devil. Every card was a new week, of a even more shitty year.
This year, even this month and week alone, was enough to make me want to scratch out every other bad time. Seeing my brothers was taking me back to all the times that I knew I had ruined my fathers life by making them run out of that house. No matter how many times the boys had told me that I wasn't at fault, I knew, that deep down, I would forever hold that said guilt.
"Like, why do people do what they do? Why do they go out of their way, intending on hurting people? Like I've seen friends at school do it to one another, and that's normal life, but people that you are related to; why do they have to be the ones that hurt you the most" I knew that this debrief was going to happen sooner or later.
It was what we had always done. Whenever we thought that they may have passed through our small country town or just after they left us here, alone, we had always debriefed. It always started with labelling our lives as shitty, and we knew it. We knew that there was no changing it, and that in truth, some people had it worse than being left by your siblings to fend on your own.
We knew that we were more privileged than most, but we still had some pain in us. We were kids that had felt everything at once, before we felt nothing at all. We had been just like every other kids, at some stage. We were now teenagers, dealing with the knocking of siblings on our front door, that we had promised to keep shut and locked, in case of strangers.
Our siblings had become strangers to us, and we hadn't had the time to process such thing. "I don't get why they left. Like, I don't know if I have it in me, to ask why, or if I even want to know. And, for Grayson to purposefully hurt you like that, is not okay in my books" I muttered, blowing out my smoke, into the air that nestled above us. Summer was dawning on us, and we were starting to feel the effects of it, hence why we had migrated to the roof of Jack's stables, away from the bickering that had ended hours ago, when we had faced it at the end of our shift.