A/N – Based on a snapshot story I did on TS2 about 5 years ago when I was like 9 with intentions to put it on the TS2 website. Unfortunately the computer died and I lost everything. Here I go trying to remember it.
My Happy Family
Growing up, we had a great life. Angela and I were two peas in a pod. Until we hit puberty, that is. We begun to hate each other. Then, our father, Daniel Pleasant, committed suicide by drowning himself in our pool. Angela was extremely close to him. My mother blamed me because I was, basically, the "shame of the family name" and she wanted a way to treat me like shit. Then, Angela began taking drugs. She started on weed, then moved onto cocaine and eventually heroin. Meanwhile, I got leukaemia. I almost died. I could imagine my headstone.
Lillith Mary Sue Pleasant
Peace at last
Thank God she got leukaemia and died
1986-2001
I knew my mother wanted me to die. I hated the bitch for that. Angela… all that smackhead could think about was her next fix. And my father… the only one who ever cared… was dead because of me. At least, that's what I was lead to believe. But, you know what, that's a load of shit! I hated my "family" for making me think that. Then, my stupid mother put Angela on cold turkey. Big mistake. Angela broke out of her room and jumped off the roof. She died on impact with the floor because she broke her neck. That sent my mother over the edge too. She tried to poison me. I saw her do it so I swapped the drinks. She died as I just sipped my drink. I hate them for what they did… but, I hate dad the most. His suicide started EVERYTHING. Thanks for that, daddy dearest.
