December
April has always had a problem with alcohol, and all those dark indulgences. I grew up overhearing my mother and father getting incredibly angry over her, except my mother constantly put up with it - even when April called her terrible names. Most of which, I'm far too afraid to say on Wattpad. But I can't blame my mother for it. My sister was still her daughter, and nobody was on my sister's side. My mother is protective, and often times, it feels as though she treating April better than my youngest and last sibling, my 12-year-old sister June. The ‘alcoholic’ was always getting what she wanted; be it a new $60 phone every other week, or a place to crash when she was ‘oh-so-painfully’ sober. She'd come over to my house twice before drunk and abusive. One time, I wasn't allowed to tell my father, as he had forbid her from every entering the house again. But I did tell her that if she pulled a stunt like that ever again, I would tell him, and if I felt it necessary, call the police. You know she's had 26 alcohol-related arrests since 2005? Not to mention all the other times the police have caught her disobeying the law for other offenses. I couldn't even tell you how many times she's slept in the 'Cop Shop' as my father likes to call it. I know I sound harsh, and probably quite bitchy, but I'm so sick of watching April put her life in danger. I want so badly to tell her how she's been destroying my family, but every time I say something about alcohol or love, she stops me and says I'm too ‘young’ to understand. It's incredibly infuriating. Speaking of love, she has a boyfriend called Buster. He hits her, and puts up a good front when the police arrive. In fact so good, my sister is the one who gets arrested. Mainly because she's so aggressive when she's wasted. And, even after all of this stupidity, she still says: 'I love you' to him, when nobody else is listening. But I am, and she doesn't care much to notice me. April is tearing my family apart, and making me want to throw a couple punches at her for everything she's done to me and those I love. There have been multiple occasions where I've almost slipped into depression over this, and, shamefully, thoughts of suicide. But I don't dare tell anyone. I would never take my own life now, I suppose, but there have been too many occasions where I've seriously thought of it. And if you want to know what my sister's doing now, I can tell you. She's sleeping on my parent's couch, hung-over and completely undeserving. I may sound dramatic, but you don't know what she's called me and my entire family. She's broken my grandfather's picture (he fought in WWII) and has planted this seed of hatred in my heart, for just about anyone. I hate who I am, and I hate who my sister is.