A Vent Book

A continuation

After she left, my siblings were essentially left to raise me, since my dad was always away for work.

I started to change. I talked to others less, and drifted away from social things.

They saw, and still do, me as weird, because I acted different. If you can tell, I didn't have many friends. I'm not very sporty either.

Years passed, me continuing and somewhat stabilizing myself, until 4th grade. That year I was in the same class as both my gals, so I was very happy.

It was Friday, I think, and one of my best friends had her birthday party. We had a great time. It was a good Saturday after. Then came Sunday.

Woah boy.

Now, normally, on a nice Sunday, you would wake up in the midmorning unless you have church or something.

But I got woken up.

My brother walks into my room to wake me up, says 'Gracie cat died.' Then stands there, as I process. I go downstairs,,,, yay, a body! My sister's kitty cat, sitting there dead!

Gracie had stopped eating, and got thin. We had to put her on medicine. She was getting better, o r   s o   w e   t h o u g h t .

I was very, very upset and, I kid you the fuck not,  I almost cried while writing this, but I'm on my bleedey time so it doesn't count.

It's always been hard for me to attach with people. At my nans funeral, nope, not a single tear, but over a cat? Yessiree, I was crying what would've been loudly if I was like that. You've got to understand, I've always had some underlying problems.

And animals just fix me. The only ways I feel better are, A. Bury it, don't think B. Write about it or C. Animal. Nothing else works.

So this cat, a pivotal part of my life and routine, is now gone.

As you might be able to guess, this brought out heavy problems that really just screwed everything up.

Oh, the best part? My dad was out on a business trip. He just avoided the subject afterward. No mentions, comfort, nothing. Just me and my siblings.