The Pain of a Middle Child

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Hello, reader, I am Lyla Johnson and this is the story of my life.

I have two siblings, Brielle, my big sister, and Daniel, my younger brother. We all have black hair and near-black eyes.

My life went well until I realized I didn't get any attention anymore. I wasn't the youngest, nor the cutest, nor the little kindergartener from a few years back.

So I started to keep to myself. I talked less and less and blanked out more and more.

Whenever my parents scolded me and I was about to cry, I fled to my room and wept silently in peace into my pillow, cursing in my mind.

It made me feel so alone, isolated from the human world, caught in my own, but not being able to come out.

I wanted to feel loved. That's all I wanted.