Her: A dead daughter's tale- Moved to Wattpad as Poppy Noelle

by Losing-A-Game-Of-Life

Harry and Rose are the saviours. Not me. I'm just the last choice. The expendable one. I wasn't loved or liked. I was just there. You can't say sorry because there isn't a single chance in the whole wide world that I'll even consider forgiving you for neglect. You're not my parents or my brother or sister. We're no one to each other. I'm alone and always have been and I don't care.

1. Chapter 1: Prologue

I am so scared.

I don't know what to do. Everything is falling apart but it's not like anyone cares. I'm not my perfect older sister or troubled yet loved older brother. I don't know who I am and I don't know who even cares. Everything is wrong. They are wrong. I can't go back to them. I won't. My whole life has been waiting, pinpointing this exact moment, circling like a hawk just before the kill, just before the climax. I am unsure of if the climax is the best part of the story or the end. If it is the climax then everything should just play out and then I can rate it, like I do with all those movies I used to watch with my uncles, out of 10. If not, and I find out that the end if a story is truly the best, then my luck, like the beginning part of my life, is bad and I, not being a time traveller or in possess of a device that manipulates time, am unable to skip forward to the end of my story and see what would happen.

I'm so tired. Of everything but before the climax and to get to the end, there had to be a beginning. Mine started fifteen years ago.

It was a warm day, so I am old, when I decided to announce my arrival. My mother was certainly not expecting me, that's for sure. Anyway, on this warm day, my mother like most mothers do just before they find out about the birth of their children, realised that something was wrong. My father used to joke with me that she noticed that she was gaining weight and she said that she did not want to end up like Mrs Kiddinc from down the lane but honestly who would. I don't blame her. I know that if my horoscope told me that I would end up like her, then I would make my next stop a gym. But all jokes aside, I was found out by my parents on this day. They, being the amazingly neglectful parents they are, never told me what the date was but I imagine that it was sometime in late November or early December. Either way, this was the day that my parents started to abandon me, even before I was born. They, with their insecurities and confusion, almost wished me away from existing but from that, I grew. And later I grew up.