Love is No Cure

Friends and family

Isn’t it funny how a shiny silver blade can draw a beautiful blood red liquid from your flesh, yet the blade stays clean? Although to some this may be a horrific sight to me it is intriguing. Many people have others to support them, people who listen, and some who give them advice on how to cope, but me; my only friend is a silver piece of metal. My brother shuts me out and continuously hangs with his mates. True friends are hard to find, that’s why I’m grateful someone invented blades. They are always in arm’s length; they always listen, never saying a word. They can never turn their backs on me.  

A few years ago I would have been hanging with friends and going out to parties, but not anymore.

Alarms, why the fuck do we have them? All they do is beep and beep and beep and beep and beep! Okay, okay I think you get the point. I’m probably just trying to stall time.
“Everlyn get out of bed!” Lucky’s voice called from my door. Rolling over once wasn’t the one of the best ideas I have had and I have had many bad ideas. Because of this bad choice I ended up on the floor in a tangled mess of sheets and limbs. Go ahead laugh. No? I dare you too!

After untangling myself from the sheets I sluggishly walked down the hall towards the little homely kitchen my brother and I shared. Walking in I gained a mouth-watering whiff of freshly squeezed OJ and newly baked croissants.
“Morning,” I lazily replied to my regular wakeup call. Lucky turned around with a plate of croissants in hand.
“Finally, Jeff’s awake!” Lucky exclaimed fake enthusiasm clear in his voice. Jeff? Really, he couldn’t have thought of another name.
“Oh bite me!” I fired back.

While we were having a civil breakfast I felt a slight tugging on my cotton pyjama pants. Glancing down I saw my beautiful but very sleepy Tyra. A smile creeping its way onto my face.
“Morning gorgeous,” I picked the little two year old up and placed her on my knee, bouncing slightly up and down. Tiny giggles leaving her mouth.
“Mummy, Mummy,” Tyra’s little angelic voice giggled as I began tickling her. Now I bet your wondering ‘Mummy’? Where is yours and Lucky’s Mum? And is Tyra your baby sister? Well, let me tell you a story.

Once upon a time there was a happy little family, with children and a Mummy and a Daddy. One day Mummy went crazy and began throwing things at Daddy. The children were in their bedrooms. Mummy was so crazy she stabbed Daddy and he died. THE END!

So I bet you can guess what happened to the crazy bitch that brought me into this ‘Wonderful’ world.
By as for your question about Tyra, you will find out about in due time lovelies.

Tyra ate with lucky and I until we had to get ready for school. Tyra followed me to my room where she played with some of the dolls that she had left lying around. I quickly got changed into my grey and black uniform and placed my work clothes in the bottom of my bag.

“Lucky can you please get Tyra dressed?” I called out to lucky. A not very manly squeal was heard and lucky bounced into the room.
“Why are you so happy to dress Ty?” I quizzed him as he picked her up from the floor. My brother had a very strong built; he was your typical basketball/jock guy, worked out heaps and had all the ladies.
“It’s not my fault my slut of a sister doesn’t let me dress my niece, because she is scared I’m going to hurt her!” That was his answer. It hurt to hear my brother call me a slut.
“It wasn’t like that!” I retaliated, how could he say that when he knows perfectly well what happened.
“Oh, really? Because I don’t think I would have a niece if my little sister didn’t open her legs to some stranger!” Okay that stung more than the first. It felt like a punch to the face. It’s nice to know what my brother thinks of me; maybe he thinks of me the same as the rest of the school. Maybe it is my fault, I didn’t fight the guy and when Dad died I didn’t go out and help him, I just sat and listened.
“Please get Ty ready,” I whispered shadowing my toes with my head in shame. Maybe that’s why he blames me, because I didn’t get up and do anything, I didn’t fight and now Dad’s dead and we have Tyra.