Fighter

Chapter 1: Happy Birthday

I sit at the table eating dinner. "You're getting old, Brendan!" I say punching him in the arm. "You know you're not far behind" He says laughing a bit. I come over alot. It beats staying in my shitty apartment. It felt wierd, all of us eating at a table together. I'm not surprised I hadn't seen dad today.

I hear a knock at the door. "I'll get it" Brendan says, getting up and going to the door. "Tommy? They let you out early?" I hear Brendan ask, seeming happy to see him. I'm immediately pissed off. I'm pissed off that he left us with dad. Pissed off that he didn't come see me when he came back home. I get up and walk in front of Tommy, "Why the fuck didn't you come see me?" I say my voice low, aware that kids are in the other room. "You came back and you didn't bother to come see me??" I say sternly, anger in my voice.

"Ahh no, you should have come with me when me and mom left, hmm?" He says getting pissed off at me. "Come on guys, be fucking civil. I'm trying to have a good birthday." Brendan says to both of us, sternly. I walk off and go back to my seat, eating some cake. It honestly hurt me that he didn't come to see me. As much as I missed him, I couldn't help but be angry at him. I couldn't just leave Brendan there alone with dad. He couldn't handle that by himself.

They both come back and Tommy sits across from me and Brendan right next to him. I get up and go to the bathroom, pop a few pills in my mouth. I look at myself in the mirror, nothingness looking back at me. I looked so tired. I felt even worse then I looked. I walk out and I go outside and sit on a chair in the back porch. I just needed a minute to breathe.