This Is My Last Note, Goodbye

All You Have To Do Is Breathe (1)

When I was little, my dream was to be rich and famous. Now, however, all I want is to be happy.

My grandma once told me to smile often, but not all the time because I would end up like her. She had many wrinkles because she was a bubbly, happy person which made her smile a lot.

When my grandmother passed away, I was only ten years old. She was my everything. My two older brothers hated me. They would trap me in a closet every time I didn't do what they wanted me to do.

I would start to bawl every time I got stuck in that stupid closet. They would laugh and go to their rooms. My grandmother lived with us. Eventually, she would hear me crying and come get me out.

My brothers got yelled at, but they had no real punishment. All they would do is laugh it off and do it again.

When my grandma passed, I kept telling myself to be confident. To not let Brian and Blake throw me around all the time. They still tossed me around though. Once I was 15, I gained more confidence toward them.

For example, one day they told me to make them lunch. I stood up, puffed my chest out, adjusted my shoulders, and flat out told them, "No."

Brian started to yell, "Do you want to go back in the closet?"

"I said no! You can make the stupid sandwich your-"

Blake butted in, "Come here right now and make it!"

I decided to turn my back to my brothers.

It's all okay Tessa. Breathe in and breathe out. You are confident. You are strong. You are not going to let them control you anymore.

I started to walk away, but when I heard them following me, I picked up my pace and quickly stomped up the stairs.

"Come down here right now!" Brian yelled angrily.

"You will regret this in the future! You have five seconds to get down here!" Blake yelled, fuming with irritation.

Right when I got into my room, I slammed my door. I was not going to go in that stupid closet. I was furious with how they had treated me all these years.

I have nightmares about them coming into my room when I am asleep to get me and lock me in the closet.

Dad is always working to get enough money for food and bills, so I can't get help from him. He cannot rely on my mom to help earn some money because she died from cancer when I was two. Because he is the only one bringing in money, he has to work all the time.

I obviously don't remember her. I wish I did. I wish I had a mom. Brian and Blake don't remember her either. They are just two years older than me.

They treat me like I am a little kid and act as if I am their personal maid. Most of the time, I just want to run away.

I have no friends. I am the hopeless girl at school who eats lunch in the bathroom and gets bullied by the poplar kid, Chloe. She is the bitch at my school.

I have amazing luck so she is dating Blake. Brian is dating Chloe's best friend, Eve.

Chloe is always really tan. She has emerald green eyes, hair that is hazelnut brown with some highlights that always seems to be naturally wavy and perfect. She has the body everyone strives for; skinny, in shape, good butt, and a good size of boobs.

Eve is way paler with dirty blonde hair and crystal blue eyes. She is the same height as Chloe, 5'6. Eve has pretty much the same type of body as Chloe, but she has no boobs and a smaller butt.

When Chloe and Eve come over to my house to be with Brian and Blake, I sit in my room the whole time. Luckily, I have a bathroom attached to my bedroom, but I will not risk going to the kitchen to get food. I would rather starve than be with those four bitches.

Yet again I already starve.