I've been so stressed out lately and it feels overbearing. I looked around my dirty room where I spend most of my time in. I rarely ever leave this place.
I sighed, closing my eyes before leaning back on my bed. I know I should take a break and relax from everything and get away. Yet it's so damn hard. I walked to the window and looked at the night sky. It was only 9pm and I already felt like I was going to pass out.
After mom and dad died I haven't gotten much sleep. My siblings don't help with that either. We're living with my aunt, yet I try to take care of them like I was the parent.
My aunt wants me to stop and take care of myself, but I don't listen. I feel like it's my responsibility to take care of my siblings. A knock interrupted me. I opened the door to see my too younger brother's staring up at me.
I smiled as they both jumped up and down. "Bro, bro come and play with us" Both said at the same time.
I laughed and nodded. "Sure kiddos" The only people that can help me are my two baby brothers and my only siblings.
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Teen FictionSo I write a lot but only little scenes so I'll try...a little I'm not great but I'll make it through. If you have any suggestions just tell me and maybe I will write it WOLFY
