If It Never Happened ⚣

Chapter 46: December 30th 2016

|The worst feeling ever is when you're crying in silence because you don't want anyone to know you are- Unknown|

True P.O.V

My families back. I can't say that, that is a good thing, but it was nice to have people back in the house, regardless of the fact that the people who came back hate me. I know they hate me, they don't have to tell me for me to know.

Tomorrow is New Years Eve, and I don't know what I'm going to be doing anything with anyone, I rather be alone, mainly because it's obvious I'm not welcome. Not here anyway.

I don't really understand New Year's Eve and Day. What's so special about it? I don't know, and I really think it's stupid. Everyone in New York goes to see the ball drop in person, but I think that's a waste of time. Everyone wishes they could see fireworks as well, but they live with the ball dropping, idiots.

I'm in my room right now, and I think it's kind of funny. No one really knows I'm home. They didn't make sure I was here when they got back or anything, they simply returned like nothing had changed, they'd simply got back from a holiday and not like they had left a child at home, a child I may mention is still underaged and to young to be left alone.

But did that stop my family from up and leaving me, again.

I mean at this point it isn't even new, I was used to them leaving, at this point I usually don't know they're gone until they get back, that's how sad it is, with mom taking my siblings on little trips all the time and dad never being home, I was used to be home without any of my family being home. Occasionally one or two of my family members may be home, but they would just ignore me to a point I forget their there.

That's kind of sad now that I think about it, but whatever.

I wish I had a poster on my walls or something, to give me room so fuckin' life because this is sad. I think my room needs some life. I mean with my bland grey sheets and comforter, and practically nothing in this room. While my siblings have so many toys and fun inside there room's I have depression. I mean yes, I have depression, but my room screams depression as well.

Sigh.

I move the pillow that was under my head and turn my body completely over. I looked at my door, I was orginally attempting to take a nap, but of course, Madisyn just won't let me. I swear she's going through a Selena Gomez faze. I've heard the songs Come & Get It, Same Old Love, Hands To Myself, The Heart Wants What It Wants, Kill Em With Kindness, and Love You Like A Love Song at least five times each and it's really getting to me, eventually someone would get tired of the same songs, especially if they're sung by Selena Gomez. Nothing against her as a person, it's just her damn songs, they make me want to kill my self, but without a ounce of kindness.

And the fucked up thing. I can't yell at Madisyn to turn the damn stuff off. People don't want to hear Selena this much, couldn't Madisyn play some logical music? Like I'd totally take Taylor Swift over Selena Gomez right now. Why couldn't Madisyn have a teenage crush on JB? Like seriously??

I swear to god I feel like walking into Madisyn's room and slamming her damn stereo against a wall. But if I did, I'd most likely end up in the basement, and just thinking about the basement made me shiver. I really hated the basement. I really, really did.

It was like a childs nightmares we trapped in that basement. I bet some kids dream about being kidnapped and the basement is the place they imagine waking up. If I woke up in there, I'd hope I wasn't still chained to the pole or wall because then I'd be stuck down there until dad remembered to let me out, or maybe I'd be forgotten down there, I really think dad forgets he locked me down there, I know he has a couple times only to be reminded awhile later.