Troubled Child

Sister Stacy

"April 12, 2000"
My sister Stacy, a total drama queen, she was spoiled by my parents, they loved her. Because they loved her and hated me, I had to stay with my grandparents, my Nana and tata, they gave me this feeling I have never felt before, love. I loved my Nana and tata, and they loved me. They often tried to protect me from my parents, but my parents didn't care. My Nana and tata didn't like Stacy either. I had a special bond with my grandparents, they were like the parents I never had. But there is a problem, I only have 3 feelings, love, hatred, and pain. But soon, I lost one emotion...love.
My youngest sister Molly was born 2 years after Stacy. She was a major brat. She complained about every single thing, and throw a tantrum every time she didn't get something she wanted. My parents didn't like her, but they still loved her, and hated me.
She hated me so much, she wanted to get rid of me. She has attempted to kill me before, she was punished by my parents, but they were wishing they hadn't stopped her.
Then my mother gave birth to my baby brother, Josh, he was the only one who liked me. I was his favorite sister. He hated my sisters, I was happy that there was another person who hates my sisters.
I could never feel love with the family that I have, just hate and regret. Having Josh like me felt wierd, I never felt love in my life, only from my Nana and Tata. But after all the things that have happened during this time, I forgot what love felt like.

I started to hang out with my cousins more, all the craziness made me forget about my family. They always made me laugh... it always felt good.

But like all good things come to an end. My mom never liked to see me happy, and my dad never saw me. Molly and Stacy always hated me and never wanted anything to do with me... but hurt me. Luckily I was the oldest and could hurt them more. I never wanted to, but only when I had to. I never liked to see anyone hurt, and when I did, I would cry.

I never wanted anyone to get hurt because I knew how it felt and hoped nobody else would get hurt. But they always got hurt, even when I hope they still do.

My mom always wanted me to go away... so she sent me away to school. I went to school early, when I was five years old. I was really smart. My kindergarten teacher turned out to be my Tata's cousin. She was really nice. She taught me, even though my parents hate me, doesn't mean I have to hate them. I didn't love them but I appreciated them for taking care of me. They wanted me gone, yet they took care of me and kept me and called me their daughter.

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A/n:
This is my first book, please do not hate on my writing.