Why me?

Suspicions...

I felt a sharp pinch of the needle piercing my delicate pale skin. I looked away as if it would take away the pain. It didn't. The doctor pulled out the needle and quickly went to get a band-aid I looked down. At my arm wondering what it was they injected me with every week. No one told me. I wasn't allowed to know, none of the very few kids were allowed to know.

I hopped down off the examining table as I realized my mom and dad started walking out and I followed behind them all the way out to the side walk. My parents stood beside, ignoring each other almost as if not realizing each others existence. As I walked I looked down at my feet and wondere- apparently my parents had stopped walking so an elderly couple could pass and I walked straight into my mothers back causing her to crash into the elderly couple. The elderly couple turned and glared at me and so did my parents. They had the same look they allways had on their faces, disappointment, disgrace and discourage I gave them all a sheepish smile. They turned and continued walking so I followed trying not to walk to fast or to slow, I have always found it hard to be perfect like everyone, it just seems so effortless to everyone and I'm over here struggling to walk normal.

We walked all the way home and as soon as we were in the house my parents both went to their separate offices, I sighed as I didn't hear a peep out of either of them, DIDNT even see a small smile. I ran to the hallway and pulled down the string that's connected to the attic stairs, they slowly opened creaking the whole way down, once they hit the floor with a soft this I climbed up. I pulled them shut once I was up. I walked over to my bed and the old wodden floor boards creaked under my feet. Some people say that it's a sad thing that I live in the attic while others say that I'm just to much of a disappointment that my parents don't even want to see me. Of course I wasn't supposed to hear them talking so I never asked about it and honestly I've heard it so many times it doesn't bother me anymore...

I don't care what my parents or anyone thinks I like my privacy up he-- I ran to the bathroom and violently threw up in the toilet, this usually happens every time I get my shot. I stood back up and I was really dizzy so i slowly walked over to my bed dragging my fingers along the wall I just laid down and started thinking about why I don't fit in with anyone at any place, my eyes started to droop shut but I wouldn't let them close.

I looked at the family picture on the wall, I looked at my mom With her perfect bleach blonde curly hair, slim face and chocolate brown eyes she had a tall but chubby body figure. I then looked at my dads extremely tall frame and his round face , his light brown hair and dark brown eyes. I then looked at myself and I looked like I didn't even belong in this family, my black, straight hair, one blue eye and one purple eye, and tall body frame. But i was under weight , I couldn't gain weight no matter what I ate.

I couldn't hold my eyes open any longer so I let my body drift into total blackness with the same horrible nightmare, every night.

-Hannah 😋

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