Alone

Ch 2

It's was a morning like any other, except I woke up in an empty home. No mother, no father, no sister, no brother, no one but me.

My "loving family" left me in the middle of the night. I walked down stairs to the front door wide open and a note on the counter. They abandoned me.

The note read:

"Dear Allison,

Good bye.

-mom, dad, Jammie, John"

The funny thing is it was all in Johns handwriting. I don't think the others knew he wrote that note to me.

I kept that note. It meant to much to me to loose it. My last connection to my brother, my best friend.

They took everything. Everything but the things in my room, maybe they didn't want to risk waking me up. But I think they just didn't think I had anything of worth to them.

They don't care about me, they never did. Some part of me knew that all along. I never got as many things as Jammie and John, or as much love. They just kind of ignored me, like I wasn't there.

I never had any friends, besides John. But I loved to go into the forest behind our house to write, listen to music, be alone.

I was 8 when I realized I was different from my family. Jammie was going to start kindergarten and John was starting middle school. I stayed home.

When John would come home, he would teach me the stuff he learned at school. He always taught me in my room before my parents got home. They didn't really want me learning. But I was thankful that he taught me how to read and write. I love to write.

He was the only friend I ever really had. I don't think he wanted to leave me, I think they made him. He loved me too much to leave. Didn't he?

I know Jammie wanted me to leave. She always told me how much she hated me. She said that she was special and my life wasn't worth living. She loved our parents more than anything, they gave her anything and everything she wanted at the lift of a finger.