Me and Him

Chapter 2

I woke up and there was nothing.

Not the usual arguments

Playful banter

TV blaring while my dad watched football

This was all wishful thinking because my parents had not communicated with each other at all in the past two years. They never acknowledged me and I'm not going to say its fine because its not. I feel alone and used.

I tilted my heads towards my window and peaked outside.

No birds.

My wish had become my reality because there was never a sound outside my window. The death of my sister and my brother carved a whole in the whole family. I mean its not like how they are acting now would be any different had me and Erica been off to college and Aaron would be the only one here for our parents to pester.

My parents didn't pester me ever, they left me be. I only had two jobs, go to school and clean the house but that is only on the weekends.

I know my parents were hurt but so was I not only did I lose a sister but I also lost my best friend. The only person in the world who understood me like an open book. Thinking back I always wonder if their could have been anything, anything at all that could have save my sister from such a horrendous fatality.

Most days I blame it on my self because who else was there to blame. Erica was thinking of just staying at College for her birthday and skyping us after some party with her room mate. I insisted that she come home because she promised and I needed to see my sister.

She agreed wholeheartedly and decided to drive since flying wasn't her strong suit.

I could have stopped this all from happening and I tell that to myself. No one cares because my parents never ask me if I'm ok and I never would tell them if they asked.

That's all in the past now and it wont change anything now. The one thing my parents need is closure but that is one thing that they will never get.

I stretched out my arms and lifted my upper body off the bed. My right arm was sore and I guessed that it was around 6:30 in the morning just by looking at my window that let no light enter since there was no light to be had. I removed the covers from over my body and swung my legs over the the side of my bed.

I walked towards my door way with my towel and sponge and body wash in hand. I showered , got dressed quietly in my room and walked downstairs.

My parents usually aren't up until I leave so I again expected to eat alone in complete silence. I walked into the kitchen and saw a plate of scrambled eggs sitting on the counter. The smallest amount of steam rising up from the food letting it ne known that it was only recently made. My eyebrows knitted together in confusion. No one else in this house was up or at least that's what it has always been like.

Just when I thought that, I heard a thump sound coming from the stairs. I ran out the kitchen and turned the corner only to see a silhouette of a person dive out of site. My curiosity didn't dwell that far to make me want to go upstairs, because the thought of waking up my parents was more of a nightmare than in my actual sleep.

I crept back into the kitchen and ate the scrambled eggs and toast made from...... Careful.

Yeah that's a good mystery name. It was pretty decent since it had been a while since I've ate an actual meal in the morning and it made me feel better than I would on every given day where I would grab an apple and leave.

Once I had finished I through away the crumbs that littered the plate, washed the dish and then placed it in the sink to dry it out.

I walked out of the kitchen and tip toed upstairs to grab my bag. I opened the door and stepped inside cringing at the mess in my room.

I really needed to clean but it really wasn't a top priority for me; maybe a 3rd or 4th.

I walked in grabbed my bag and exited as quietly as I had come. The stairs creaked under my body weight and I stopped afraid my parents would awaken and use me as their morning exercise bag. I already and enough bruises from my parents beating me and adding another wouldn't do much but most likely kill me.

So I guess I need to explain what I mean.

After the death of my siblings I explained that my parents lost all sense of themselves, but I didn't explain that while I was thinking that it was my fault that my sister died both parents blamed it on me for inviting her home for her birthday when they believed she should have stayed. Although at the time they were both exited that I had invited her they decorated and everything they personally made the cake, I guess people change.

They blamed both my siblings death on me which made me feel even worse than I already did. I didn't have the guts to tell them that they drove him away with their blatant ignorance. But there was also a part of me that believed that maybe they were right and it was my fault. Aaron would wake up having nightmares and I would be the first to comfort him. My parents sent him to a shrink thinking that it was PTSD, but the only part of that of which was correct was the PT part.

He needed his parents but they both seemed to get farther and farther away. Erica was the flower child they put everything into her, she was going places and our parents loved that , they loved us.

But I guess people lied when they say that love doesn't die.

The my bag in tow I walked toward the front door and pulled it open. It was Monday again and I had to restart another week with half a population of ignorant less than deserving people who made me want to rip out my heart dip it in poison and call it healthy just like the lunch ladies do when they want us to believe that their chicken is really chicken. Come on your fooling no one but a 2 year old.

They would wait for me come home and put my stuff down. They would tell me that I was "worthless" and that the only reason I'm still alive is because I mirror my sister in looks and they needed that.

At least I'm good for something......right