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expected us to be serious, but you ended things between us so quickly. ”
“ I just wasn't thinking. Come on, let ’ s get you out of here. I ’ ll get you a taxi home. ”
“ Thank you, Olie. Please don ’ t tell people that you found me like that. ”
“ Don ’ t worry, I need to grow up if I want India to take me seriously, and you deserve better than Malcolm. ”
Rhian gives me a smile as we walk back towards the entrance. I take out my phone and call her a cab. For some reason I feel like I need to get out of that party, go somewhere, blow off some steam. When I get back in the house, there are rumours floating around that the police are going to show up. My man Jacob looks slightly lost, holding a drunk Dora. I offer to help her to a taxi. He agrees and the three of us get in a taxi. Dora can ’ t even walk, so we both almost carry her to his room. That girl doesn ’ t know her limits. She is worse than me.
Strangely, I don ’ t feel as lonely as I used to when I think about the past. Right now I still have people around me; back then I was different. It was easier to slip into the skin of someone else when my mother looked at me and shook her head in disgust. It was hard then.
Past
I first noticed how my mother favoured my brother when I was about five or six. It all came up when she praised him about doing well in school or at home. She never showed me the same pride. I remember crying when he got a new race car because of his school report. Even then I heard her saying to herself that I should have never been born. I grew up convinced that there was something wrong with me, that I wasn ’ t worth her attention. My father was fairer, but in the end it was Christian who always got what he wanted. Dad tried with me on a number of occasions, yeah. However, in the end, there was always that invisible distance between us.
I kept asking my mother from an early age why she treated me so differently, but it was always the same answer.
“ Don ’ t be silly, Olie. Christian is just older. ”
A few years later, we all moved to Gargle because of my father ’ s work. From then on, I saw less and less of him. My mother kept having these low periods, when she locked herself in her room and cried.
Christian started going out with India shortly after we were enrolled at school. He never bothered to worry about our mother. He liked his freedom. A year after the move, my mother ’ s “ crazy ” episodes were slowly getting out of control. Most of the time I was the one who had to stay and look after her. That was when I got the most abuse. Christian knew how to manipulate the situation. He couldn ’ t stand weak people.
As soon as I turned thirteen I died my hair black. I had some pocket money and I spent it all on a new black wardrobe. My mother didn ’ t even notice; that ’ s how indifferent she was towards me. Christian made a few snarky comments. At school my friends turned against me. Only India kept talking to me. She told me that she liked my new style, and for some reason I felt better acting like someone else. It wasn ’ t long before I started getting the reputation of a loser. It was Christian who sparked up the rumours at school.
I felt better pretending that I wasn ’ t part of the family. My brother got everything: the girlfriend, the car for his birthday, the popularity in high school, and he was a great athlete. I got left only with friends that were with me because of him. People desired to be around him. My new self helped me with the situation at home. I ’ d been doing research about my mother ’ s illness and I tried to talk to Dad, but he didn ’ t want to listen. Christian wasn ’ t much help. He only showed interest if he wanted something from her. They thought that there was nothing wrong with her.
Present
A couple days after the party, Rhian starts sitting with me in the canteen. She laughs at Malcolm when he tries to talk to her in the corridor. I feel a little
“ I just wasn't thinking. Come on, let ’ s get you out of here. I ’ ll get you a taxi home. ”
“ Thank you, Olie. Please don ’ t tell people that you found me like that. ”
“ Don ’ t worry, I need to grow up if I want India to take me seriously, and you deserve better than Malcolm. ”
Rhian gives me a smile as we walk back towards the entrance. I take out my phone and call her a cab. For some reason I feel like I need to get out of that party, go somewhere, blow off some steam. When I get back in the house, there are rumours floating around that the police are going to show up. My man Jacob looks slightly lost, holding a drunk Dora. I offer to help her to a taxi. He agrees and the three of us get in a taxi. Dora can ’ t even walk, so we both almost carry her to his room. That girl doesn ’ t know her limits. She is worse than me.
Strangely, I don ’ t feel as lonely as I used to when I think about the past. Right now I still have people around me; back then I was different. It was easier to slip into the skin of someone else when my mother looked at me and shook her head in disgust. It was hard then.
Past
I first noticed how my mother favoured my brother when I was about five or six. It all came up when she praised him about doing well in school or at home. She never showed me the same pride. I remember crying when he got a new race car because of his school report. Even then I heard her saying to herself that I should have never been born. I grew up convinced that there was something wrong with me, that I wasn ’ t worth her attention. My father was fairer, but in the end it was Christian who always got what he wanted. Dad tried with me on a number of occasions, yeah. However, in the end, there was always that invisible distance between us.
I kept asking my mother from an early age why she treated me so differently, but it was always the same answer.
“ Don ’ t be silly, Olie. Christian is just older. ”
A few years later, we all moved to Gargle because of my father ’ s work. From then on, I saw less and less of him. My mother kept having these low periods, when she locked herself in her room and cried.
Christian started going out with India shortly after we were enrolled at school. He never bothered to worry about our mother. He liked his freedom. A year after the move, my mother ’ s “ crazy ” episodes were slowly getting out of control. Most of the time I was the one who had to stay and look after her. That was when I got the most abuse. Christian knew how to manipulate the situation. He couldn ’ t stand weak people.
As soon as I turned thirteen I died my hair black. I had some pocket money and I spent it all on a new black wardrobe. My mother didn ’ t even notice; that ’ s how indifferent she was towards me. Christian made a few snarky comments. At school my friends turned against me. Only India kept talking to me. She told me that she liked my new style, and for some reason I felt better acting like someone else. It wasn ’ t long before I started getting the reputation of a loser. It was Christian who sparked up the rumours at school.
I felt better pretending that I wasn ’ t part of the family. My brother got everything: the girlfriend, the car for his birthday, the popularity in high school, and he was a great athlete. I got left only with friends that were with me because of him. People desired to be around him. My new self helped me with the situation at home. I ’ d been doing research about my mother ’ s illness and I tried to talk to Dad, but he didn ’ t want to listen. Christian wasn ’ t much help. He only showed interest if he wanted something from her. They thought that there was nothing wrong with her.
Present
A couple days after the party, Rhian starts sitting with me in the canteen. She laughs at Malcolm when he tries to talk to her in the corridor. I feel a little
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