Forgotten...

Chapter 1

Chapter One

I've never felt this alone. Even when I am alone, I am the most lonely now. It's unexplainable how pathetic and deplorable I feel. The ones that love me are fakes and the people that I should be with don't understand me. My mother  "loves me" when no one is around, but when her favorite little grandaughter comes around I am treated like the red headed step child. 

"Cassie! Is you're homework done?"  Mom yelled from the living room. Of course she was sitting watching TV. I swear if we didn't have a TV, she would be dead. That's all she ever does is sit, watch TV, and pretend to be a good mother. 

"Yes mam." I shouted back. She liked it when I called her mam. It gave her authority. 

She never replied. If I didn't get good grades in school, she would be furious. I wouldn't be punished, but I would feel the emotional pains. She would call me fat and take away my food. That's why I try so hard. I try so hard to please her and make her happy so that I could have a slight chance of her being proud of me. 

I have two sisters, Taylor and Hannah. They are both older than me. Hannah has always gotten good grades. She is the most sucsessful out of my whole family. She is in college now and is the only one in my family that has gone more than two years. She is the only one that she is proud of. Then Taylor. She is a terrible drug addict. She's in and out of jail. She has two kids, Michayla and Connor. Connor is 3 now and he was just diognosed with servere autism.  Mom will do ANYTHING for him, she will buy anything for him and would kill for him. The one that I hate is Michayla. Oh Michayla. Mom calls her Mickey. Her Mickey. I hate the fact that I am the dog and she is the golden child that no other grandmother deserves. 

I'm not going to lie about what I think. It's going to come straight out. Michayla is stupid. She's fat. She's ugly. She has no friends because they are all scared of her. You may think I am cruel for saying these things because she is only 10 and I'm 16, but she deserves it. She calls me fat, thinks I am weird and wouldn't give me a second look as if the world depended on it. 

Because of those people, I hate my life. I have tried to kill myself. I have becoime anorexic and bulemic. They have ruined my life. I would give anything to get out of this house and start on my own.

I searched through my room to find my keys and my black hoodie. I was wearing my work uniform which was a pair of blue khaki's and a blue polo shirt. Before I sauntered to my car, I brushed through my long thin brown hair. I slipped the brush into my Wal-Mart brand bag. I refreshened my eyeliner. 

As I was driving in my baise colored Nissan from 1990, that I bought myself, I stopped by my sister Taylor's house. I walked up and knocked on the door. She answered in her hooker shorts holding a cigarrette. 

"You have my money?" She asked me in a cracked voice. Her lips were a light shade of pink and her face was pale. She had short blonde (dyed) hair and had bloodshot eyes. Taylor usually wore clothes that were eight sizes too small and thought she looked good. 

"Yeah. Taylor I'm serious this time. If I don't get it back in a week I will never, ever, lend you money again." No matter how many times I say that, she won't listen. 

"Yeah , I know. I have a client that is going to get me through all next month so don't worry." 

"Alright, I gotta get to work." I swiftly turned around and got back in the car.

I don't know why I lend her money when I never get it back. Oh yeah, if I don't, I get bitched at. 

I arrived at Petco and went to check in. I placed my purse and hoodie in my locker and went back out to my register. 

As soon as I flipped the switch to my light, I got a customer. 

"Hi, we're looking to get a hamster, could you help us out?" 

"Yeah sure, no problem." I put a fake smile on my face and showed them to the hamster section. 

"Pick out which one you want."  The little girl put her slimey finger on the glass pointing to a black and white colored male hamster. 

"Okay." I put on my gloves so the hamster wouldn't bite me and scooped the hamster into the box with holes.  They followed me up to the register. I had them sign the contract and do all of the standard stuff.

As my shift neared an end, I shut my light off and headed for my locker. I retrieved my things and locked the doors. I pranced to my car and turned on the radio. Remembering Sunday by All Time Low rang through the speakers. For my dinner, I drove to the nearest Burger King and got my usual water and chicken salad. I went to sit down in  a booth by myself. I turned my iPod on and listened to my The Maine playlist. 

About ten minutes later, done with my food, I was nearly scared to death when one of the workers tapped on my shoulders. 

He was a boy about my age with medium lenght brown hair and a lip piercing. 

"Mam, we're going to be closing down in about ten minutes." 

"Oh sorry, I was just leaving." 

I stood up to throw away my trash when he stopped me.

"That's okay, I've got it. I'm Dalton by the way."

"Well thank you Dalton, I'm Cassidy, but you can call me Cassie."  I smiled shyly and waved goodbye to him.  

Then I returned home to my usual Hell.