Post by gatogirl919 on Jun 23, 2011 16:47:33 GMT -5
Exactly as the title states I'm finally writing about all the secrets about my OCs. Mainly the Cousins and not so much the adults although you'll get to hear from them too. Some of their friends are going to be in it too but I'm not 100% sure who yet. Hopefully it doesn't get confusing because there's no real specific order. I'm starting from the beginning and going more towards the present. That's about it. But for whosever chapter it is I'm writing their name. Full name for the first chapter and nickname for the rest. Two of our forum members (Tim and Azza) are featured because they're so entwined in my story that I can't take them out whether I want to or not. So no one else ask. I'm really sorry.
Note:It's depressing and not pretty...probably a mix of Teen/Mature rating. You have been forewarned.
Enjoy!
Our Family Secrets
Avon “Avy” Cartere-Chapter 1:Birth/The Death of My Brother
When I was very young things were still good between my parents. I didn’t fully realize until I got older that my brother hated me. He really did. And I loved my onii-chan so much. And he....well I think he did love me deep down underneath all the hatred and jealousy. His spirit comes to me now in times of need. It’s even saved my from death. He loves me now. I’m just sad that he had to be taken away from us in order to realize that.
My brother, apparently, couldn’t wait for me to be born. And my parents were elated. Doing this and that for the arrival of their baby girl. Everyone got in on the act and not once was he jealous. Before they knew it I was here. Avon Cartere. Everyone was happy. This time around anyways. My parents eyes lit up like they never had before. And once again my brother was not jealous. That started after I started learning how to talk.
Like my mother before me we both...well we could talk just fine but neither one of us did. She whistled and I sang. I was given that whistle and used it for a time but it stopped working at about age 3. But my voice...it was beautiful. And not something you would expect to come from a child of such a young age. Now I’m not bragging just being truthful. And I sang whatever I felt like and did it well. My brother was proud to show off his little sister’s singing voice...but only at the beginning. My parents really started paying attention to me now. And so did everyone else. The spotlight was on me. Always on me. And what made it worse....was the discovery of my brilliance. I was a child prodigy. Another reason for my parents to show me off and neglect my brother. My parents couldn’t keep much from me having to explain every little thing. They even explained things they said my brother was “Too young to understand”. Soon I was reading everything from cookbooks to textbooks, even my mother’s romance novels she attempted to hide from me. I understood everything, well just about. And even I didn’t I asked and got my answers eventually. Even my brother had some answers pried out of him. And at first it made him happy that I was turning to him for answers but it soon got tiresome. The same went for my parents but they tolerated it since they knew it was coming eventually.
But everything....everything about me was tiresome for my brother. I think he saw me as an obstacle for our parents affection. Because of me they wouldn’t go to his soccer games or most school events. They were “too busy with work” and had to “watch over his sister”. If it hadn’t been for me they would have paid attention to him. And I mean actual attention not just making sure he ate all of his vegetables. Anything and everything my parents did was for me. Very little for him. And slowly yet surely all of that anger from neglect built up inside my brother. And he became more and more hostile to me. I only have one memory of my brother being happy around me. One. Every other he was mean and vicious but I still loved him. And I cried because it hurt so much...Not because he pushed me down or made faces at me. Not because he was mean to me. But because he never showed that he loved me and so I never felt loved.
Then one day....he snapped. He said:
“That’s it. THAT’S IT! I’M SICK OF THIS SH*T! I’M SICK OF YOU ALWAYS PAYING ATTENTION TO HER! EVERYTHING IS ABOUT AVY! WELL I HATE HER AND I HATE YOU! I WISH YOU’D ALL JUST....”
Those are the last words I ever heard him say because he ran outside and away from our house. Down to the corner and across the street. The crosswalk light had just turned red but my brother wasn’t paying any attention. He shoved his way through a group of people and ran out into the street. A small red car with the sunroof down ran the light. The woman driving was supposedly drunk but they never proved it. Sadly that and the light wasn’t the only problem she faced...my brother’s life ended that very moment. He was 8 years old. And while all of that was going on I was crying and my mother was saying “T.K. aren’t you going to go after him?” His response:
“No dear. He’ll be back. He just needs some time alone.”
Oh how wrong you were Daddy.
Note:It's depressing and not pretty...probably a mix of Teen/Mature rating. You have been forewarned.
Enjoy!
Our Family Secrets
Avon “Avy” Cartere-Chapter 1:Birth/The Death of My Brother
When I was very young things were still good between my parents. I didn’t fully realize until I got older that my brother hated me. He really did. And I loved my onii-chan so much. And he....well I think he did love me deep down underneath all the hatred and jealousy. His spirit comes to me now in times of need. It’s even saved my from death. He loves me now. I’m just sad that he had to be taken away from us in order to realize that.
My brother, apparently, couldn’t wait for me to be born. And my parents were elated. Doing this and that for the arrival of their baby girl. Everyone got in on the act and not once was he jealous. Before they knew it I was here. Avon Cartere. Everyone was happy. This time around anyways. My parents eyes lit up like they never had before. And once again my brother was not jealous. That started after I started learning how to talk.
Like my mother before me we both...well we could talk just fine but neither one of us did. She whistled and I sang. I was given that whistle and used it for a time but it stopped working at about age 3. But my voice...it was beautiful. And not something you would expect to come from a child of such a young age. Now I’m not bragging just being truthful. And I sang whatever I felt like and did it well. My brother was proud to show off his little sister’s singing voice...but only at the beginning. My parents really started paying attention to me now. And so did everyone else. The spotlight was on me. Always on me. And what made it worse....was the discovery of my brilliance. I was a child prodigy. Another reason for my parents to show me off and neglect my brother. My parents couldn’t keep much from me having to explain every little thing. They even explained things they said my brother was “Too young to understand”. Soon I was reading everything from cookbooks to textbooks, even my mother’s romance novels she attempted to hide from me. I understood everything, well just about. And even I didn’t I asked and got my answers eventually. Even my brother had some answers pried out of him. And at first it made him happy that I was turning to him for answers but it soon got tiresome. The same went for my parents but they tolerated it since they knew it was coming eventually.
But everything....everything about me was tiresome for my brother. I think he saw me as an obstacle for our parents affection. Because of me they wouldn’t go to his soccer games or most school events. They were “too busy with work” and had to “watch over his sister”. If it hadn’t been for me they would have paid attention to him. And I mean actual attention not just making sure he ate all of his vegetables. Anything and everything my parents did was for me. Very little for him. And slowly yet surely all of that anger from neglect built up inside my brother. And he became more and more hostile to me. I only have one memory of my brother being happy around me. One. Every other he was mean and vicious but I still loved him. And I cried because it hurt so much...Not because he pushed me down or made faces at me. Not because he was mean to me. But because he never showed that he loved me and so I never felt loved.
Then one day....he snapped. He said:
“That’s it. THAT’S IT! I’M SICK OF THIS SH*T! I’M SICK OF YOU ALWAYS PAYING ATTENTION TO HER! EVERYTHING IS ABOUT AVY! WELL I HATE HER AND I HATE YOU! I WISH YOU’D ALL JUST....”
Those are the last words I ever heard him say because he ran outside and away from our house. Down to the corner and across the street. The crosswalk light had just turned red but my brother wasn’t paying any attention. He shoved his way through a group of people and ran out into the street. A small red car with the sunroof down ran the light. The woman driving was supposedly drunk but they never proved it. Sadly that and the light wasn’t the only problem she faced...my brother’s life ended that very moment. He was 8 years old. And while all of that was going on I was crying and my mother was saying “T.K. aren’t you going to go after him?” His response:
“No dear. He’ll be back. He just needs some time alone.”
Oh how wrong you were Daddy.