'Dysfunctional: not operating normally or properly'
That was one way to describe Clara Campbells family. Dysfunctional; not operating properly. That was just what happened when your older siblings leave you.
Or that's what Clara had always believed...
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| Third Person POV |
Greyson Campbell - 11 years old
Greyson, whom had been independent since the day he had been born, had still always looked up to his two older brothers, but currently, he didn't think they made the stars in the sky. He had seen things, that they did, that did not make them the saints that everyone seemed to make them out to be.
He didn't hate them, but he felt like he was becoming more of an outsider to everything that made the family run smoothly. There was 9 of them now, including himself. That meant that there was nine mouths to feed, instead of 8, which used to be 7, which had once been 6, but before that it was 5, which had been 4, but that was originally a 3, with him there.
Greyson could very rarely remember the days where it was just the three of them, as since the day he was born, it was like there was always going to be more after him, that he would have to care for. That was why, for once in a while, Auston had taken him out of the house when he went to see his friends on the weekend, only to leave him on the side, football in hand.
A cold gust of wind swept through the park, making Greyson pull his legs up off the ground and onto the cold, metal bench that he was sitting on, as he pulled his large jumper over his scrawny shoulders and tried to pull it as close to his body as he possibly could. He had wanted to go home hours ago, but he had sat there, silently, not wanting to disturb his brother and his friends.
The same friends that were now stuffing their mouths and noses with whatever they possibly could. Greyson wasn't much younger than most of them, but he was still the little boy that was sitting on the bench, looking lonely as ever, as he watched his brother. His brother would neve listen to him, only preferring to yell at him these days.
That was what had happened at home and at school. If it wasn't his mother yelling at him for how useless he was, his father was telling him that he would never measure up to Auston, and sometimes Cameron, with all his stupidity in his brain, then it was Auston yelling at him for anything and everything.
Now, Cameron had an insight into Auston's life, away from all of them. He knew that his brother deserved to be at peace, but at what cost? He wanted to race over there, and maybe throw the football at his brothers head, before going on a rant about all the people that overdose on drugs. He had always had a secret knack for facts, but recently, they had turned dark.
With Auston adding to the yelling, at both home and school, he hadn't had the time to be reading about the scary facts of drugs and alcohol, in hopes to help his family, to fix things, but now he knew there was no hope for any of them. His big brother, that was just meters away from him, was doing the same that his own mother and father had done.
His father had even been so high once, that he had tried to force it down Greyson's throat, but he had had to lie, and say that he didn't want anymore, when he hadn't even had any in the first place. He had vowed to himself that he would never drink or do drugs, but seeing his brother do it, concerned him for the person that he could become as well.
