mercury-
"mercury! sweetheart! please come down here!" i heard my mom from downstairs yell.
i groaned but took out my earphones that were blasting my brothers band and set them aside along with my phone and went to see what she wanted.
"yeah, mom?" i asked as i entered the kitchen. my step-dad was at work and didn't get out till eight which left us alone in the house for a while.
as soon as i finished high school i started to look for a job. it wasn't that i couldn't go to college, i just didn't want to.
i've had enough years dealing with people's shit..
i had managed to land a job at ulta working as a makeup artist and the pay was really good. who could go wrong with doing something you like and getting a good pay out of it?
"your brother just called and said he would be coming home for a few months before they go on tour again, so just a heads up" she said.
"oh for fucks sake!" i closed my eyes and dramatically threw my arms up. "language" my mother warned but i didn't care.
yeah i loved chris's music but not him as a person.
growing up we were the closest siblings ever. we hardly fought with each other which surprised my parents. in school i had a hard time since kids would bully me for "being different", but he stood up for me and stood by my side the entire time.
soon chris started his band and like a good sister i supported him the whole way. i even booked their first ever show!
but all good things don't last forever. pretty soon he got all big and famous and kinda just.... forgot about me.
i mean yeah, he would always call me when he was away on tour and after tour was over he would come home and we would spend the months together doing stupid things until he left again.
pretty soon the phone calls were getting infrequent until there were just none at all, and soon he also stopped coming home and instead he lived with his band members.
i learned to forget but i'll never forgive him for that.
the time that i needed him the most is when he wasn't there. my parents were going through a nasty divorce which meant i was pretty much alone.
i tried calling him hundreds of times but he had changed his number. i mean yeah i had friends but this wasn't just something i could tell them.
this emptiness and loneliness eventually drove me to a point where i didn't even know what to do which resulted me in hurting myself.
i had never believed that it would "relieve stress" until i started doing it. no one had ever noticed that i would wear sweaters in hot weather or sometimes had blood staining my clothes but in a way i was happy about that.
to this day no one knows what i did but my faint scars are a reminder..
"mercury! mercuuryy! hey!" i was snapped out of my day dream by mom calling my name and snapping her fingers in my face.
"did you hear what i said?" she asked me slightly getting impatient. "no could you repeat that?" i mumbled.
"i said- wait, why are you crying?" she looked concerned now. i hadn't even realized i was crying "it's nothing mom" i mumbled again as i made my way upstairs again.
"it looks like somethings wrong, sweetheart.. please tell me" she said softly "it's just-... i'll tell you when i'm ready" i gave her a sad smile and she nodded, clearly confused but also with a look of sympathy even though she didn't know what was going on.
deciding to skip dinner i went into my room and wrapped myself into a blanked burrito and fell asleep.
