Scomiche One Shots

Brother? (Pt.1)

Ah yes...my sister

My sisters name is Ally, she took off to join some band a couple years ago, "pentatonix" I guess it was. My parents ended up terrible and never pleased. They especially pushed me. It was the day in June I believe. I had a recital tomorrow so they were making me practice all day. I play the familiar tune listening to the trees blow around outside. I had to sing and play so I begin at my entrance of the song I wrote

taste the pain right on my tongue

Know what came to make me numb

Don't you worry cause the night is young

Dance until the morning sun

I hear the door open downstairs and some chattering. It doesn't stop my playing, until I hear a scream

"No!!" I hear with weeping

My hands stop on the keys making a sound. I get up and rush downstairs to see my mother clutching onto the doorway in tears. 4 others stand with sad expressions, my dad in shock

"Mitchell go back into your studio" my father says sternly

"What's going on?"

"Mitchell..." He replies warningly

"She's dead"

I knew immediately who he was talking about. My mother continues crying as the 4 people hug her. I go back into my studio. I didn't really care to be honest. I sit on on the fluffy couch as I hear the conversations through the air vent

"I'm sorry Ms.Grassi"

"At least she had people like you who knew her well"

Jesus. Why was she so sympathetic. Ally was a bitch towards our parents, especially me. She would yell at me when I practiced that she was so much better. I hear my door click open

"Practice." My father says looking at me "like she said, you need to work." And slams the door.

I lay back as tears roll down my face. I feel the cuts along my arms. It's been a couple weeks since I had cut...maybe again?

My parents always sided with Ally, weather it was about arguments with me, my music or especially my sexuality. I hear my mother asking my to make dinner for our guests. I get downstairs and pull out the ingredients for chicken and pasta. I did everything around here. I wish that would change. I start making the ingredients and soon it is finished.

"Dinner!"

I pull out plates and set them down. Getting the table set as our guests grab the food. I get mine last or what the remainder is. I sit down between at the edge next to a tall blond and my mother on the side. Taking little bites at a time

"This is wonderful cooking!" The one girl says

"I agree" the blonde says all cheery "do you cook most of the time?" He faces me

Whoa, people talking to me, that's different

"Yeah." I say