No one ever understood me. I mean people thought that they understood me. Only thought it. Everyone else just pretended. My dad's constantly drinking. He basically drinks through life. People say he's just an alcoholic who doesn't give a shit. I don't think that's true. I think he gave too many shits, but people never understood him either.
My brother's great. I mean, we don't really get along, but he's great. He was diagnosed with ADHD shortly after Avery, my sister, our sister, passed away. I think that it was misdiagnosed and he actually has some kind of post traumatic stress disorder, but I mean, what do I know? I'm no doctor. I have only lived with him for the past eight years. I have only witnessed his anger issues get ten times worse since Avery passed away. Did I mention he's eight. If you ask me, one should not be throwing baseballs at the TV only because one's favorite show is coming on later than expected.
Avery as we have already talked about was, is my sister. She passed away when she was four. She basically drowned in the bathtub because my dad was passed out on the couch, drunk. I came home, walked into the bathroom, and there she was, suffocated in the water. It was horrifying to witness. What's even more horrifying is the forgiveness I have for my dad after all went down. I mean, I understand him. I hate him and push him away 90 percent of the time, but I understand him.
That's all we need is a little understanding and a whole lot of forgiveness... right?
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Teen FictionMy dad's an alcoholic. My sister passed away when she was four. Six years later and here I am. Lacy, the girl who tries to get along with everyone. The girl who's hated by everyone. The girl who no one understands.
