FUCKING YOUNG/ STEP-BROTHER

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okk so i decided to switch the story up a bit, because i was a little unhappy with how it was at first. so now tyler is her step-brother lmao. and he's not considered "famous" anymore bc i think its better this wag soo..

raakim & tyler in mm

cam

i was exhausted, and physically and mentally drained from everything in life. i just wanted to.. give up, day by day im losing my faith. in humanity, and all things.

it's like nothing clicks for me anymore, like my life is pointless and dull, nobody really gets it or understands. i fell alone, and by myself; i honestly don't know how much longer i can take.

i put my earphones in my ear, walking out of school to my car. my life is basically a continuous cycle of failure. wakeup, school, work, go home, repeat. shouldn't there be more to life?

i just want to be free.

i speed-walked to my car, avoiding all possible human interactions. I hooked my phone to my aux, blasting some beautiful jazz music to clear my mind and fill my brain with peaceful thoughts.

i soon made it home, thankfully today i had the day off from work so i could finally chill and perfect my art craft. i loveee to paint, draw and create things. anything dealing with art, or music is my forte. it helps me take my mind off anything bad in my life. it gives me a purpose.

i opened the door, just to find my gold-digging step mom standing at the front door, im assuming she was making her way out.

"oh hi there cam," she smiled, a fake one at that, "didn't see you there."

"mhm." i replied, dryly walking past her to my room.

i cant believe dads too blind to see that she's just using him. that she doesn't care or loves him, ever since mom died he just gave up on the important things in life. Like real love, and being happy. he settled for anything because he's afraid of being alone, and spending time getting to know his self.

he'd rather be unhappy with someone, than happy with himself. It doesn't make any sense, this is why we don't really get along. i cant surround myself with closed minded people, even if they're family.

i opened the door to the restroom just to see raakim in the mirror twisting his braids. he's my brother, he's 22 but he still lives with us being that our house is a fucking mansion and we have all this unnecessary space.

i rolled my eyes at him, and closed the door. we used to be so close, now he's a fucking asshole.

ever since moms passing we don't get along. he completely changed, he cannot go a day without consuming some sort of drug to deal with his pain.

i find it ridiculous, but we all deal with our problems differently. i just dont see the need to use drugs, gaining a temporary high to escape reality that doesn't last forever, just to come back down to your painful reality thats always gonna be there waiting on you... but thats how he's coping with his depression i guess.

i sighed, deeply making my way up to my room. oh i almost forgot today our new "step brother" is moving in with us today, all the way from California to Texas (were we live now)

he's 24, and my maria (step-mom) thinks him raakim would be great friends because their in the same age group. me being 'young' he probably wouldn't like me. i don't know his name, but thats probably where maria was heading. to the airport to go pick him up.