If I hadn't been in the way,
And I weren't a hindrance to my family,
Maybe then, there wouldn't be so many fights about me.
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I perched my chin on my hands, propping my elbows up on the windowsill for support as I leaned my weight towards the cool glass. As the bickering continued on downstairs, I did my best to tune it out, instead shifting my attention to the chill I felt on my skin when I pressed my forehead and my nose onto the window pane. I didn't mind arguing, although I preferred terms such as "strong discussions" or "debated." But, when I was the topic being addressed, and I was not allowed to partake in the said debate, I did not like arguments.
I blew fog onto the window with the warmth of my breath and mindlessly doodled on it. The window needed to be cleaned anyway, why not let it get a little dirtier?
The adults in this family seemed to have made a hobby out of conflict. They didn't seem to have any room to talk about the disputes that Dan and I had sometimes. They were just adult version of us, though they didn't seem to forget the problem as quickly as Dan and I would.
I willed myself not to think about the arguments going on downstairs, fearing that it would lead up to me crying. And I did not like crying. Everyone usually pesters you until you fess up about what's wrong, and expect you to take any advice they have to give, assuming it will work because they know how to fix your problem, apparently. I'm not the most touchy-feely person in the world, either. The awkward silence that arises when you refuse to talk about what's wrong is, well, awkward. I just don't like being seen when crying.
Just when I felt like I couldn't take it anymore and wanted to just hide under the covers, Dan started playing the guitar in his room. Pretty loudly, too. I grinned, silently thanking him for pulling my thoughts away from sad things, and bringing my attention to music.
Thank you, Daniel.
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