Forgotten

Chapter 2

I had been pacing back and forth for a week and a half. To be completely honest I'm surprised my knees didn't buck beneath me. I practically fell of the couch when the buzzer rang.
        "Got your mail. 3 packages and 5 envelopes." Said Tom, the mailman. I stared at Gabby.
        "Open the door, you freak." she said, eyes not escaping the magazine before her.
        "Oh, yeah." i scrambled around and pushed the OPEN button. In a few minutes i would see if my brother wrote back.
        "You know, I wonder sometimes why I didn't think of this before."
I heard Tom knocking at the door. I was still wearing my work  clothes.    
        "THANKS TOM. BYE!" I gathered our mail and quickly closed the door. This was it. 1 electricity bill. 1 water bill. 1 invitation to the Ballet Gala. 1 paycheck...and 1 letter. 1 letter from Modest! Managment...not Niall but his managment.
        "OPEN IT" Gabby almost tackled me. I could hardly breathe. I shakily opened the seal of the letter.

Dear Ms. Beatrice,

We do not appreciate crazed fans. Niall informs us that he has no recollection of a sister, only a brother who lives back in Britain. We are sorry but if you would please stop sending letters to this address we will surely pay you in cash or check.
We will surely leave it at the front desk of the St. Regis this upcoming week.

Much thanks,

Modest! Management

I just sat there, dazed. I was such a hypocrite. I forgot about Greg. I was too focused on Niall forgetting me that I complely forgot about my oldest brother. He's married I bet, to his girlfriend. She was nice, she helped me pick out my outfit for the first day of Secondary school.
Niall doesn't even think I exist anymore. I slowly tossed the peice of paper to Gabby so she could read it. I could feel hot tears brimming at my eyes. My black eyeliner would be streakes in a minute.
        "Oh, my God," Gabby gasped. I nodded in agreement, "Do you realize what this is?" I sat up and looked at her, confused. Tears were running down my cheeks.     
        "They gave you the hotel he's staying at! God these people are stupid. They called you a "crazed fan" and then tell you the fucking hotel, ha. You can go scream at him at the St. Regis next week!" She squealed, hugging me.
        "What the hell?" She was right. It said "We will gladly leave it at the front desk of the St. Regis this upcoming week." Either the management was trying to tell me something, or they were just stupid. I screamed. I screamed loud. Loud enough for me to hear multiple doors being opened outside.
        "What am I gonna say? 'Hey Motherfucker. rememeber me? The sister you forgot?"
         "Seems legit." Gabby sat down on the couch and sipped her coffee.
        "I hate his ass, with a passion, but he's my brother, I guess I still love him. I'm having conflicting emotions" I bit on my thumbnail. The nail polish was starting to chip off. Finding that same love I had for Niall as a young girl withered away long ago. Greg I will always love, he couldn't help growing up and getting married. Niall on the other hand, let fame change him...