OH MAN. I made so many friggen' prologues to this story. I would make one, then decide it was shitty, then make another, then trash it as well. Guh. I finally made this one, which I am satisfied with.
Thanks again to my Beta: ikldmrogers.
Disclaimer: I don't own Loveless. It belongs to Yun Kouga. I only own my original characters, Dee, Effie, etc.
Enjoy!
There's one in every family.
An outcast.
A black sheep.
The one person that, if you were to do away with them, you would have the picture perfect family. This person is like a black smudge on their lives. You never understand them. You never fully know them. They are never comfortable at home unless they are in their own room, free from distractions and interruptions. It is here that they are able to flourish as individuals. They hide away in fantasy worlds of their own, waiting for someone to reach out to them and pull them out of the darkness.
Sadly enough, in my family, the outcast was me.
I don't remember a time when I didn't notice the difference. Looking back on the memories I shared with my family, I can only remember times when things were awkward. When sitting at the dinner table, I looked up, and acknowledged the differences. My brother, sitting in front of me to the left. His plate just barely had any food on it. Barbie food. Small portions, for skinny people. My father sitting directly in front of me. Reading the paper, eating heartily. My mother sitting next to me. Staring at me from the corner of her eyes, words pouring out from her mouth.
Thoughts running through my head.
Did I take too much food?
You're strange.
Am I eating too fast?
You're different.
I wish Dad would look me in the eyes.
You're not welcome
Stop reading at the table.
Shut up.
Don't bother talking Mom, no one's listening anyway.
Shut up!
Why are you looking at me like that?
SHUT UP!
I want out.
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