You were nine years old when tragic struck your supposed family. The Johannessen family, your real family, was gone. Forgotten. Fighting. Disappeard. Incognito. That was all you knew. Your parents had to give you up in order to keep you safe.
Mom
Tabby, sweetie! Come on down!
You ran down the stairs, hopping over the couch with quite skills. Your fake mom glared you until her facial expression softened at what she was about to tell you.
You
What is it, mum?
You smile. She gives you a glare that makes you wipe that smile straight off your face.
Mom
My mom, your grandma. She's-- God, i cant believe it. She's dead.
You
What?! Nonononono, she cant be. No, god. Bloody hell! No! Are they sure?
Mom
She had a heart attack.
You
God, how's papa handling it?
Mom
He's drinking.
You
Of bloody freaking course. Always drinking his bloody sorrows away. He needs ta stop doing tha!
Mom
He's going to therapy.
You
What can a bloody stupid therapist do?! They dont know what dad is going through.
Mom
He's been like this for years. Its a reoccurring problem. He's been going to a therapist for this and they havent helped a bit.
You
My point exactly.
Just then, your dad stumbles through the door, falling onto the floor.
You
Like Englanders say, the floor is always there to catch you.
Dad
Not-- not funny darling.
You
Yeah, its bloody hilarious!
Mom
Hun, calm down. Please.
You
I cant! You arent my real parents. I dont even bloody look like you! You dont know what I am!
Mom
You are our adopted daughter!
You
I mean, you dont know me. If you did, you'd wish you'd never love me.
Mom
We'd love you even if you did something bad.
You
Oooooooh, really. Im going up to see sissy.
You jog upstairs and step into your sisters' room. She's sleeping peacefully on her My Little Pony blankets and bed. You smile and walk into her room. The smells fill your nose and a smile appears. She turns and notices you in there. She shoots straight up, her face changing.
That turned the word 'upside down' and timesed by 5. She didnt notice but you did. Her head moved side to side and then sat up. She smiled softly.
Her
Heeeey, sis.
You
Uhm, h-- hi..
Crap, crap, crap! You already said uhm. She probably already suspects something.
Her
Anyways, whats with mom, and that thud?
You
Dad's pissed passed drunk, mum's devastated, gramama's in the gutter....
Her
Wait, grandma's dead?
You
Noooo... She's living in a retirement home.
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