The First Fifty Pages Of Me by Nailinthewall

Family

A unit of people who stick around for life, for strife and will battle anyone who's against you, with as much as a knife. 

My mum is an annoying busybody who never, shuts up or, stands still. She'd agree with other people if you told her something (good or bad) about her kids and husband. She is overbearing, annoying and generally an irritating person. If you said that to me all hell would break loose and possibly some teeth. My dad, on the other hand, is a calm, quiet, peaceful person and occasionally angry but he'd always be on my side in an argument in any language.

My sister is old, only twenty- which in technicality isn't old- and I tell her so. She gets annoyed at me so easily and bitches at me but if you did that she'd give you a right hook. My other sister is a instagram and snapchat finatic and downright ignorant. It annoys me a lot. But if anyone else tried to say anything to me, she'd put that damn brain cell murderer down and be in my corner within seconds and would stand up for me.

My eldest brother is a prick. He'd sit and ignore everyone and say horrible things to my siblings. He'd even go so far as to throw cups at people, pull hair and for that I hate him. But the thought of him tugs me in his corner and we're a team-though I still dislike him. (Fucking bastard). My younger brother can't see, or speak to me or my family. He isn't living with me but we'd all do anything for him.

Family is what we all have from blood-binding to blended to friendship but they help us when we're in need. Or not.  It works both ways but, like yin and yang, every darkness has light and every light has darkness. Even in a family. We just need to know who or what is our light and center ourselves around it. Some family's suck, like a black hole, but we need to grab onto as much as we can and hold on to them because they may lead us to light and you never know how close they or we are to darkness.