Oliver

Dad and mom are working much more and sometimes I can't see them all day, which disappoints me that they can't hang out with me anymore. I sit around the house playing my games or do homework that I'm supposed to do or complete the chores that my parents assigned me or just lie in my bed, looking at the bumpy, white ceiling, wishing for something magical to happen and maybe all the loneliness can go away.

Sometimes in the middle of the night, I hear mom kissing somebody that's probably not my dad and it makes me infuriated that mom is not kissing dad because I love them more when they are together. I hear the moaning that escapes their mouths and the walls tremble and I squeeze my ears until they bleed. Every groan that cries out of their disgusting mouths makes my heart shatter until the only thing left is shards of forgotten glass. Tears slowly roll down my cheeks and stain my bed sheet and wish the world would just be erased.

School is becoming my hell, even if get a phone and wear their Nike shoes like them. At lunch I attempt to sit next to them and they look at me with greedy, snide looks and think to themselves that they could maybe use me as a scapegoat, and I run away into a bathroom stall and cry my eyes out. Every day, the stares burn and mock me as the weird kid that has no friends and the loneliness and darkness descends on to me for comfort.

I've started of thinking of string and what it would be like around my neck and all the problems and worries would be whisked away into the wind. Why could have stayed in Greenland where the taste of home was the tip of my tongue and everything was right in the world? I had so many friends that understood me and my family was so close to each other and we would sit by the fire and listen to the crackle of wood. What went so wrong that everybody had to retaliate with each other?

When my mother came home from the hospital she looked died tired and told me to go supermarket shopping. I pouted a little but with a flick of her finger, she dismissed me. When I entered the supermarket, cold hair brushed my hair back and for the first time since coming here, I felt calm and relieved and maybe a little happy; the supermarket was filled with snacks and advertisements and fat people. I took a shopping cart from the rack and scrolled through the aisles of food and items, picking the necessities that intrigued me. As I threw miscellaneous into the metal, something caught my eyes, something so beautiful that it cached my breath and my heart pounded against my chest. Her beautiful blond hair shined so brightly and her blue eyes radiated with such life, I couldn't help but stare at her. She felt someone eye her and turned in my direction, giving me a little smirk, a playful look, and then she was gone.

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Lilith

I just got out of the hospital and my parents picked me up, putting on the most disgraceful face to shame me.

"Do you what this did to our Reputation!!" my mother exclaimed.

I bowed my head and tried to look guilt-stricken, but deep inside I wanted to tear faces until nothing was left, they talk about ruining their reputation when I almost killed myself? Father shoved me into the car, slamming the door in alarming strength, his hands shaking with anger and mother piercing my insides with her keen stare and the driver mocking me by staying as far as away as possible and I justed wanted everybody to fuck off and leave me alone.

I flung myself onto my bed, wrapping my thick, silk blanket around me like a cocoon, snuggling my face into the bed sheet, and closing my eyes to envelop myself in a good dream. I thought about flowers dancing in the wind and the sound of trees wrestling each other and the chilled liquid of lemonade course down my throat and laying beside me is a warm body and birds and rabbits encircled around us, and everything was all good and dandy. But of course, my daydream was stopped from the slight knocking on the door.

"Mom said to start working on the project that's due Sunday." He smirked.

I hardened my expression and gave him a dirty look, making no move to start my impeccable school project. He sighed, leaning himself on the far wall, spinning a pencil playfully with his left hand.

"Get out of my room!" I grunted.

As for me, he made no move to get out of my room.

"I said to get out of my room you bastard!" I screamed.

I could tell that he was attempting to hold his laughter.

"Say please little sis," He lectured,"Be a little kind to me."

I slammed my fist on the bed like an angry child, anger boiling within me and burning my bones into dust and piercing my brains and guts and my whole body. The fire within me that consumed my heart was now at the brink setting loose.

"OLIVER, PLEASE LEAVE MY FUCKING ROOM!" I hissed.

He proceeded to do so.