9:25 PM. Saturday night, October of 1965.
The snow was falling hard, harder than the usual deep snowfall of Canada. I wasn't supposed to stay up, but Trevor wouldn't stop crying and mom didn't even care.
A new child was something I wasn't expecting mom to bring home, but I've already grown attached to the newborn. I was afraid for the child to die from starvation, even more afraid than I was for myself. Mom didn't feed me, she didn't seem to care about herself, and now that there is a new child, only disaster is yet to come.
I panicked as mom opened the fragile door too my room, the scent of perfume and alcohol drenched the room as she stomped in with her high-heels clacking against the cold wooden floor.
"Thought I told you to go to bed 30 minutes ago, child," She snarled. "Do I need to punish you yet again?"
"N-no mother, Trevor started crying and I didn't know what to do." She replied with a harsh sigh and slamming the door as she left.
Of course, she didn't care about the fact that his bones were soon to stick out like mine, or how I was about to cry just as loudly as he was. She never cares and by the looks of it, she never will.
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Life Choices
FanfictionJumping the border of Canada in 1965 isn't easy, but to save the life of your baby brother, Trevor, it's all worth it. Growing up in North Yankton isn't fun, but Trevor seems to enjoy his new friends. I still don't know what him and his friend Micha...
