I pull out my journal, and begin writing for the first time in three years.
Dear Chris,
Life is still the same hear for me. No one notices what goes on, its like I'm invisisble. Last night they didn't even call me for dinner. So I ran out the house, and to the park where we used to hang out at. I stayed there all night. When I got home I was frezzing, couldn't feel my toes, or the tips of my ears. It was 3am in the morning, and no one bothered to ask me was I alright, or why are my cheeks tear stained. My sister gets all the love and support she needs.
She has always been first in thier minds and hearts. But what about me. My brother gets anything he wants even when he doesn't deserve it at all, because he's the baby. It's funny beacause I'm the last person to know what's going on and the last one they consider. What If I want to go out to eat with you guys. With everyone when they went. Instead they pulled out the driveway and sped down the street as I came running out the house after them. Nothing's the same anymore. Why don't I get the same kind of love and support that they get, aren't I just as important. Don't I deserve the same consideration as them don't I deserve the same kind of love and support as my siblings. Am I not their daughter!
Don't I deserve the same as my brother or sister. If I try to tell them how, I feel they get angry and upset that I feel this way, and say.
''Why can't you understand?"
I can't understand why, my feelings make them angry and why I am the one that always gets left behind. It's like they don't know me or even care to know me anymore. So I guess I'll just leave them four alone. I guess I will make it by myself, so Chris until I feel I am accepted by the family I was born into.
Until then, I stand alone
Sincerly, ________
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P.S. : I no longer have, a name.
I close my journal up, and see my sister running to the schoolbus and run down the stairs. When I reach outside, the bus is turning the corner. "Guess ill just walk the six miles to school then".
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