I do not own the Jonas brothers. This is purely fiction!
prologue.
There are a lot of times when I feel like people don't really see me. I mean, they look at me, but don't really see through my appearance. The way I look, dress, present myself…
But with them it was different. It was like I was reborn in a way… I can't really explain it, but I'm sure that when I tell my story, you'll understand me a little more. At least I think so, otherwise you're pretty dumb. Or I'm just a terrible story teller. Either way, I'll just tell and you'll read (and hopefully understand!), okay? Great.
My parents were high school sweethearts. They couldn't live without each other and believed that they were going to stay together forever, or at least for a long time. It's funny, since (of course) they did. Otherwise I wouldn't be here, well I could be here if my parents got pregnant really, really young but they didnt. Okay, Im rambling, please ignore that, cause I'm probably going to be doing that a lot more! So back to my parents, they fell in love in their freshman year. Only to break up within two years and get back together again when they were seniors. The second time it lasted – for a longer time, at least. They divorced when I was eleven. I remember coming home to my dad screaming, my mom crying and my older brother pushing me back outside the house. I was confused, because I didn't know my parents were even having problems. The fight that afternoon was a big shocker for me, but my brother told me that it had been going on for a while.
After my parents split I locked myself up in my own little 'Camilla world'. My brother never came out of his room and partied late every night, even though he is just a year older than I am. We didn't feel like kids anymore, since our father left us and we had to take care of our mother. My mom would just hang on the couch all day and cry. She wouldn't speak, eat, cook, laugh, smile… The only things she did was drinking (and eventually eat something if I insisted) and wash herself – which she sometimes didn't do for a whole week. The couch was her happy place she told me, even if all she could do was cry and watch television.
It has been five years. I feel better now, a lot better. My mother has cleaned herself up and is actually dating! I can go to school and come home and feel completely safe. My mom will have cleaned the house, went to the supermarket and even started cooking. It feels like old times, except that my father doesn't live her anymore of course. Actually I haven't talked to him in years… And it has been absolutely killing me…
And oh, did I mention that my brother is now feeling to mature for his age? And appearantly he wants to become a musician. But we'll just see how that'll turn out.
