Can be read as a stand-alone.
Jules never knew who she was. She never had time to figure out who she was. After an incident that happened her college year, she ran to the only person she could. There she could face more obstacles. Dealing with bein...
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It's my birthday. But everything's been going wrong. Well for one, our flight got canceled because there's a snow storm going on, Valeria is sick, the power is out and I'm in a overal shitty mood.
Val cried and kick as I tried to give her medicine. "It taste like chocolate just open your mouth." I held her down as she cried and kicked. I eventually gave up and she let out three little sneezes in a row.
I went to the kitchen and got some apple sauce. I mixed the perfect ratio of medicine and apple sauce before I went up to her and she opened her mouth after she inspected it. I gave it to her and she made a stank face as she slowly swallowed it.
"Cookies" she reached for the pack of cookies that was left out on the counter.
I gave her one and she went to my bed and laid down beside me. Sooner or later she fell alseep.
I sat up overwhelmed. During all of this Jovian was still trying to figure out a way to make my birthday special. But it's just a regular day with bad situations.
Jovian softly knocked on the door. "Is she good?"
"Yeah I just got her to go to sleep.." I sat up and she squirmed around
"How've you been?" He asked sitting on the edge of the bed.
"I'm fine, just making sure Val is okay today." I pushed her wild hair out of her face.
"Im sorry everything didn't go as planned"
I shrugged "It's fine I told you I didn't want to celebrate. I just want it to be a normal day." I smiled standing up and walking out of the room. There were candles all around the house so technically we still had some light. I went to the other room where I kept some of my other stuff.
I closed the door wanting some privacy right now as I started going through pictueres me and Kayden captured over the years. I cried some as I looked back on what my life used to be.
Kayden wasn't the best brother at times but he was still there in a way that strengthened our bond.
Our dynamic was complicated. Completely, how much we both endured. For the longest I used to always think that me taking everything I did in the Forster homes was to help Kayden. And that this was sme repaying him for everythings he's done.
I always prioritized his happiness over my own. To a point where I wasn't even living for myself anymore. Now that he's gone it's sad, but I feel like I'm finally free of something.
Like we were chained together and as he moved in I was dragged through the dirty to keep up, and I don't resent him or I'm not mad at him about it because I felt like I was doing him a favor.
Today I don't want to celebrate at all. It's reminding me of how life really used to be.
I stared down at the picture of me on our 15th birthday. Tears streaming down my face as I stood their soaked in god knows what.
