Colorful Silence

Beyond the Four Walls

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I am like a ghost in my house.
It's a constant three different things that's trade off, not always by the week.

1

I am invisible, I can't be seen, I'm ignored because I don't mean much, not to this family.

2

But for when I am seen, they do everything in their power to get me out and away, praying that I won't come back another day.

3

And then there are the times when we go out in public.
We smile and shake hands, as if I'm a fan, of the way I'm treated.

But we always go back home, and I'm stuck being alone, until I'm seen again.

During these times I begin to question.

When did family stop being determined by drops of blood and instead by the people who care about us?

When did the drops of DNA we leave in the house, I no longer call home, stop meaning that the people who have matching DNA is someone who you should love and care for?

And finally.

When did the quote "someone only a mother could love" stop going into play?

Because I like to think that there is someone out there that loves me.

So why can't you?

I mean... I love you.

The fights are getting worse and worse, causing my body to ache both physically and emotionally, going to show me, I can never be to happy.

This is what happened with the last fight,

It didn't have to be this bad.

I came home to find her in the kitchen, making dinner.

She seemed so happy.

But that took a quick turn when the topic of my sister was brought up.

The typical yells of

Why can't you be like her?

She's always been better!

And many more that I've all heard before.

She had began waving the knife around, and I began to get scared.
It was getting to close to the heart that I hoped would one day love me.

I tried to grab it, but she flung it back at me.
It all happened so quick, it would be easier to just say that it was a self inflict.

As scarlet blood began to rise, she rolled her eyes and cleaned off the knife.

Go clean that up before you get blood on the floor.

She insisted, and I knew better than to resist.

I did as I was told, as I watched part of my life unfold, as I applied bandages to my exposed cuts.

I'll just wear a jacket tomorrow

I thought.

I knew it would hide each ugly bandage.

But that's okay.

It'll go away.
Another day.

But for now I will just continue being a ghost in a house I no longer home.

~maddie

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