Hello! I have had this document saved on my computer since August and quite honestly I thought I had posted it already xP Then I realized I hadn't even finished it xP So today, since my one friend refuses to talk to me, for a reason unbeknownst to me. I had extra time on my hand to finish this extremely short drabble :P I have had the songs I am the One and Just Another Day stuck in my head for at least 72 hours XP Haha oh well. They managed to get me through my crappy week :) Thanks Next to Normal Music! XD Anyways on to the story! I hope you enjoy! As Always -Greengirl16
A/N: I apologize for the length. I tried to make it longer and it got really bad and I hated it so I deleted it :P
Disclaimer: Sadly I don't own Next to Normal, but if I did Aaron Tveit would be mine! x) I'd also be able to give Adam Chanler-Berat a hug for being so awesome and adorable xP
Invisible. It's a pretty sad and depressing word if you ask me. What's even more depressing is when it's the story of your life. When your family is too fucked up to acknowledge your existence.
One would think I am being melodramatic, but I guarantee if you asked anyone 'have you heard of Natalie Goodman they'd respond 'who?'…except for Henry. He's the only one who can seem to see me these days.
Even my family can't see me. Sometimes I wonder if I'm not screwed up enough for them, but I realize that's not true. I am just one of their many mistakes.
My dad just tries coping with my mom's illness and my mom tries to get through each day without having one of her 'episodes' or another attempt of taking her life.
I used to think this is what a normal family life was like. I ask myself now: what the hell was I thinking?
I just wish my mom would leave. Maybe then my life wouldn't continue to suck. Not that I'd be surprised if my mom just packed her bags one day and left. It'd be for the better anyways. In her eyes I am the imperfect child, all that will never be. No matter how hard I try, I can never live up to him.
It's quite pathetic when you can't surpass your older brother, especially he is dead, but I gave up at that game long ago. I realized it's impossible to be better than someone who's flawless, perfect even.
It seems to be his hobby, making our life a living hell. I wonder sometimes why God didn't just let him live and then I wouldn't have to go through all of this… If only life were that easy.
I close my eyes and curse my brother, my family, my existence. I pray that I will be able to make it through another day.
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