What the fuck.
Birthdays are supposed to be happy.
I guess I was wrong.
I don't like being around my family.
My mother is only just keeping herself together.
My father left years ago.
Everyone only cares for my 'darling' little sister.
Bitch.
I snapped back into reality.
"Charlotte you cannot stay in your room forever! Your family are here to see you!" My sister, Jessica said, walking into my room, without knocking.
"Jess, fuck off and let me put some goddamn clothes on first!" I said, glaring at her, hoping for her to go away.
"Fine, but don't be long!" She said, slamming my door as she left.
"Wow." I thought to myself, arising from my bed. I pushed my silvery hair back, pushing my plugs through the holes in my ears.
I could hear people greeting my sister downstairs. She's one of those siblings that are completely perfect, well only in my mothers eyes. In my eyes she is a monster, she makes me shiver just thinking about her. She's like anxiety, but in a human form, making you never feel good enough, constantly there.
I threw my black long jumper on, with a pair of black jeans, I headed down stairs, glueing the happy face on.
why couldn't I just die already.
