I'll start it with this: The first part will be a big block of explaining, then the second part will be the actual story.
I have two brothers. My blood brother, Joseph. And my step-brother, Zack. I have a stepmom, Kim. My mom Elizabeth is dead. My brothers got into drugs and stuff after we moved to Wisconsin for a fresh start. It got worse and worse. Zack went to multiple rehabs. Joseph refused. Then my brother disapears for a week. We know he's alive, he's going to school and doing well. But he's a druggy and smoke cigarrettes. He's 17. Zack goes to rehab facility in Illinois for a month. These times over lap on Mother's Day.
I sat on my computer, set up on the living room floor. It wasnt aloud on the table, so i just set it all up on the floor. There are dog cages to the left, the front door on the right. Suddenly, Joseph walks in. He comes and sits next to me. He reeks of cigarettes and I scoot away. He says nothing an gets up. Suddenly, Kim walks by. She sees him, and starts yelling at him. It's Mother's Day. I do nothing. I sit and watch. My dad comes from the other side. The only way out is the front door. The yelling gets louder, so loud it hurts. I run outside and curl up by the hose. I wail loudly. The neighbors see and stare. I keep crying. I dont care. I want to cry. The doors slams from inside, I wince and cover my face. Silence. More yelling. The door opens. "Kibi? (Not my real name, but its my nickname) Are you out here?" Its Kim. I look up, tears on my face. She looked fine. No black eye, no cute or bruises. She gives me a sad look, but barks "Get inside!" I run inside and run up stairs, though my body feels a ton.
I lock the door. Im alone. Theres a knock. "GO AWAY!" I scream. Footsteps. Silence. I plug in my iTouch and play a song about sibling making promises to each other. I cry. I cry loudly. I know theyr outside the door listening, i see theyr shadow. I turn up the music, so loud it hurts. They leave. I text my dear friend Irasema. I want to see her. Hug her. I want to be near the familiar, not this strange world that has swallowed my life. I curl up and cry.
3 weeks later, my stebrother returns. I get the news: I get the basement. It belonged to my brothers. Now it's mine. I have to clean it. Pile on piles of trash and drug parafanalia. I was cleaning the last pile today. I spot something familiar. I jump at it and pick it up. Its a card. A trading card. A Naruto Trading card. When i was little, my brothers loved Naruto.Now they dont care for it, and im a full blown Narutard. I pick it up. Baki. Sand village. Clean up Crew. The wave of Irony hit me and I laughed. I laughed like a heartless maniac. I laughed without happiness. Loudly. I keep the card. I'm holding it as I type this. And now I'm crying again/
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