I layed my head on Brendan's shoulder. I didn't know what to do at this point. I wanted to shoot up and down as many pills as possible. Tears still manage to fall and I'm just angry at the same time. "I'm sorry you have to see me like this, Brendan" I mumble to him, my voice shaky. "Don't you ever apologize for needing help, Jade" He said, sympathy in his voice.
I got up and went to the bathroom. I looked at myself in the mirror. I looked terrible. I looked like I heavenly slept in a week. I'm still all beat up and bruised. I'm glad the kids aren't gonna see me like this. I hear a knock on the bathroom door, "Jade, you alright?". It was Brendan. "Yeah" I say, my voice raspy from crying. I splash my face with water and I walk out the bathroom.
I'm glad I had Brendan to help me and be here for me. I feel like a burden sometimes. I'm just his fucked up, drug addicted sister. I didn't want to be that person. It's been really hard not to be that person.
I hated myself for being that person. I hated myself. "Jade, you alright?" Brendan asked. "Mmhm" I mumble. I curl up and lay my head on a pillow. Truth is, I wanted to disappear.
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Fighter
FanfictionThis story is about a small, fucked up family and a sisters family friend. They all happen to have a past of professional fighting. Tommy (One of the brothers) and Naomi (The family friend) begin to bond and find out that they have served together i...
