Five Insomniacs; One Book

snaju

AUTHOR'S NOTE
This is absolute shit and not real it never happend to me and if it even remotely hqppened to anyone im so sorry and you will get past it
Also if there is anything even slightly offensive about this,im sorry. Its just a harmless gane that my oh so smart brain came up with.
Please enjoy the ride cuz its gonna be bumpy ;)
Enjoy the ride and feel free to comment
Let the game begin!

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I was thirteen when it happened.Two years ago.Felt longer that that.

I sit still on my bed as I recall that day.
I was on my bed preparing for my maths exams.I always knew things weren't working out between my parents, it was there from the very beginning we were just too young to notice it.

They often had fights and as much as it was bad for me, it was horrible for my sister, I could see her holding herself just for my sake.

She was older than me an thus spent more time with them than I did.
To be honest I really never cared about my parents, yes it sounds bad - as if I wasn't returning their love, but thats just the thing: they never really loved me, or my sister for that fact.

It's not that they hated us and treated us badly; it was almost like a pair of strangers taking care of us, only these stranger gave birth to us. All i ever needed from them was food. I managed everything else easily and alone. Maybe thats why I ended up a loner.

I was always with my grandparents because they actually cared about me and were intrigued by my day to day events at school. My parents, I could never really talk to them they just did not understand. They were the reason my sister had and still has depression.
They said they loved us but what sort of parents would love her children the way they did?

My grandparents were more of my parents to me than my actual parents were.

Hell, my parents couldn't even console me when I started crying at the violence at the starting of the movie,my sister made them shift seats with her so I could calm down nd watch the movie.

I kind of feel that that's why she's so protective of me; she dosent want me to feel bad about the incident.

Anyways my parents had a pretty bad fight. My father and my mother had gone for their evening walk and when they returned, I opened the door, I saw their faces and I knew. I knew right then and there that shit was about to go down.

Little did I know then that my life would completely change.

I was uneasy so I went to the market with my grandpatents.

While we were shopping my granddad got a call from my crying sister that mum had left, my dad took her and left and they said nothing, no goodbye, no I'm sorry, nothing.

I saw what a mess my sister was and almost broke down at her condition, I had to stay strong for her, she did it for me. I could do it for her.

They never returned, we waited and waited but they never did.

Then we got that parcel from them.
My sister and I were ecstatic that they did not completely forget us.

But we opened the package and I can still never forget the look of horror on my sister's face,it was so grief-stricken. I did not want to know about the contents of the box.

I took the paper from ny sisters hands before they fell from her hands.
What I saw shocked me and I finally understood my sisters face.

My parents wanted my grandparents to adopt us.

I love them, dont get me wrong ,but it was just a big shock to all of us.

But on the plus side it didn't take us as long as I assumed it would to get cozy.

Blame it on my parents never being there or whatever.

The wounds were still fresh even after two years.

Im happy the way things are now though, I do feel awkward having only two old people around and that's where my friends came in.

They don't know what happend. They do not know that behind that pathetic lameass loser there is a child. . .

A child that has been scared for life.

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Wow that is some deepass shit
Try beating that krapa ;)
All the love
~Snaju