Remedy

Chapter 1

I've lived with my dad all my life, and I've hated it all my life. My parents got divorced when I was only four years old, yet I remember every fight that led up to it. They fought over the stupidest things. They fought about who was going to take the garbage out or who was going to take me and my sisters to day care. Fights that should only last a few minutes lasted a few days with resentment still very much alive, even after the fight was over. They fought at all hours of the night, but would pretend like nothing happened when I was around. I was miserable. I was four, but I was as miserable as a bipolar teenager.

My sisters weren't much better. In fact, they were probably worse. However, because I was only four years old at the time, I never noticed. I have three older sisters; Meghan, Breland, and Faye. Breland is the most dramatic person that I have ever met, but what else could I expect from a 16 year old girl. Every story she tells is highly exaggerated, and she goes through boyfriends like I go through underwear. She may be a drama queen, but she is drop dead gorgeous. She is the super peppy, optimistic cheerleader type. She has beautiful, silky chestnut brown hair that reaches to about the middle of her back. She is barely five feet tall, and her eyes are as blue as the sea with flecks of yellow around the iris. When you look into her eyes it's almost as if you are in space looking at the earth from above. Her nose is the perfect little button nose, and her lips are as full as the sky on a clear, star-filled night. Because she is a cheerleader, everybody always assumes that she is an idiot. She's not though. When she gets home from cheer practice her face is buried so far into a book that you would need a shovel to dig her out. She can talk circles around you any day, and she somehow managed to get a 4.1 GPA. I didn't even think that was possible. However, she can't sing a note to save her life. In fact, the only person in my family that can is Faye.

Faye has a beautiful voice. She could sing anywhere on a musical scale if you asked her too. Her entire life seems to revolve around music, whether it be her voice or her guitar. She takes her guitar everywhere with her. It's her prized possession. She writes music too, like a lot. She has at least a dozen songs that are, in her words, ready for her first album. Where she succeeds in music, she fails in other subjects. She does not do well in classes like math, science, or even english for that matter. She has failed several of her classes, and she is running the risk of not graduating. If she doesn't pass all of her classes this year then she won't walk with her class during graduation in June. All because of her obsession with her music. She's really pretty too. She stands to about five foot six, and has deep,insightful brown eyes. Her eyes, as dark as onyx, are kind. When you look into her eyes, you know that she will be there for you if you need a shoulder to cry on. Her hair is as short as the length of my pinky finger, and it's as bright purple as lilacs in the spring. She has a stout nose, thin lips, and chubby cheeks. She is the sister that I go to with my problems. I don't know why, maybe because she is the oldest, but she gives the best advice.

My sister Meghan, however, gives the worst advice imaginable. If you ask her for advice, she will purposely gives you the worst advice she could possibly give you because that way you won't ask her again. She is quite rude and unwelcoming. She is very introverted, and the people that she does talk to live a million miles away in countries all around the globe. She constantly tells us how much she hates us all and that we don't even care about her. I have memories of waking up in the middle of night, and finding her hysterically sobbing in her closet, as if I can't hear her with only paper-thin walls separating us. Meghan is pretty in her own right. She has beautiful emerald green eyes. She is as thin as a rail, and doesn't seem to eat much. 17 year old girls don't eat that much anyways, right? She doesn't smile much. However, when she does smile, her smile could light up a room of pitch black. Her lips are the very definition of perfect, and her nose is in perfect proportion with her delicate face. She keeps her long, light hair up in a ponytail most days, and she almost never wears makeup. I don't know why she is always so sad. I mean, how can you be that perfect yet be that sad? She spends much of her time writing fanfiction, whatever that is. She is a good writer, but I think that I am better, at least at writing stories that don't involve some random guy from the internet. I love my sisters, but they are impossible to live with. They fight constantly, just like our parents did.

My mom moved to Minnesota a few years ago. She met a new guy, and she started her life over without us. We found out a couple of months ago. My sisters were devastated, but I honestly don't know how to feel. I mean she is my mom and I want her to be happy, but why couldn't she be happy with us? I know my dad is awful, but she could have at least tried to get custody of us, her children. My dad is a horrible man. How he got custody of us I will never understand. He is sexist, racist, and pretty much any other negative adjective that ends with 'ist' that has ever existed. He is a chronic drinker, and he always seems to be high on something. I will never understand how my sisters and I ended being as close to normal as we are. My dad is also extremely homophobic, which doesn't toll well for me because I'm gay.