I don't even know myself anymore...the person I see in the mirror looks nothing like the campus beauty I was known to be...now I'm just a shell of who I used to be...I'm like the movie "the walking dead" [again...no pun intended]
Family wasn't just a bunch of people to me, they were my life. You may understand the reason why I did this and you may not but I really don't care ...I've made my decision.
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It all started on thanksgiving...we had the annual family tradition of spending the whole day together so we met at my childhood home.
The only thing different about this time is that I'm officially at drinking age {cue...happy dance 💃} so I was officially considered as an adult.
Coming home brought back so many memories, my first kiss, my first boyfriend, my first sleepover, my first party, practically my first everything...it's just perfect. The only really sad memories I had there were the losses of my grandparents and my mother (even though I never knew her) but the happy outshines the sad.
I was pulled out of my thoughts when I heard my screaming nieces and nephews...the troublemakers. They jumped on me and I lost my balance and fell then someone shouted dogpile!!! And they didn't get up until I was wheezing, each of them running in separate ways.
I used the little energy I had left to drag myself into the house and was immediately crushed with a bear hug from none other than my awesome wonderful darling big sister (note the dripping sarcasm). She hands me a drink and before I know it, we're talking like teenagers spilling secrets about their secret admirers. It's when we hear our names being called that we realise that we've been talking for hours nonstop. We go down for lunch and my mum(step) and my sister clear the table.
I offer to wash dishes but they chase me out of the kitchen. My dad has gone out with the children and my brother in law isn't around yet so I'm practically alone. I thought of calling Ty but he's probably with his family and I don't want to disturb him.
I finally decide to scare my mum and sister in the kitchen but I stop dead in my tracks when I hear what they're saying. They're talking about me and a secret then I strain my ears to hear more. We never keep secrets so I wonder what's going on.
From where I'm standing, I can hear what they're saying clearly, it was my usual eavesdropping spot when I was a kid.
It seemed like they were arguing about telling me something that according to my sister was important for me to know but my step mum didn't want me to know, she felt it was not the right time. The argument went on and on until they started talking about locking up the attic when my sister surrendered. That was what peaked my anxiety because their reason for locking it up was so that I don't mistakenly stumble on anything.
I left making sure that they didn't see me and found my way to the attic.
Heyyyy lovelies,
I'm so sorry for not updating in a very long time but I'm a veeeeeeeeeeeeeeery busy person.
Anyway, the story is pretty short so I'll try and finish it soon. Love y'all 😘
