𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒆

𝑴𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝑰 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒔𝒆

𝑴𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝑰 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒔𝒆—-𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒚-𝒇𝒐𝒖𝒓

Playing Remember my name by Mitski

??? POV

95%.

95 percent.

That's good right?

They won't be mad.

I did really well. I studied. I knew most things on that test.

They'll be proud of me. I did so well. My teacher said I should be proud of myself.

I was the second best in the class.

Not too bad but I was pleased. I should be first.

I'll work on it.

They'll finally be proud of me. They'll put their hand on my head, ruffle my hair and say,

'Good job son. You've made us very proud.'

And I'll smile. I'll give them my award winning smile because I won something. Their approval. Their pride. Their love.

Walking through the door, the house still felt cold on my skin but I shook it off. Let's not dwell on something I should be used to by now.

Their shoes were by the door so they should be home. The living room?

I practically ran to the living area, where both parents sat, waving my test paper in the air. My mother seemed to be sitting reading a book, per usual with that look of indifference as she barely spared me a glance. My father was next to her, his empty eyes boring into the screen of the TV. He was watching the news. Figures.

I moved to stand in front of the TV, whether it was naivety that they'd turn their full attention to me, I don't know.

"Out of the way—." My father began to say but I was already shoving the paper into their awaiting hands.

He looked it over, my mother now sparing a weak glance down to where my grade was written before back to her book.

"Disappointing.'

What?

"W-what? But that's a good grade? I got—I got 95%! Second best in my class!" My father now lifted his eyes to meet mine, stern and intense as he let the paper flutter onto the floor.

"Second best? My son is better than second best? Are you trying to disappoint us?"

He sat up slightly in his seat, sitting taller which had me shrinking where I stood.

"That's not good enough. 95% isn't good enough. Second Best isn't good enough. You're not good enough." Pressure began building behind my eyelids but I wouldn't dare cry in front of them. "Get out of my sight. Go and study. I'll be damned if I have such a pathetic second place medal as a son."

On those words, I was running to my room, slamming the door behind me.

Second best.

Not good enough.

Second place medal.

I'm not good enough.

I will never be.

An:

Can you guess?

I tell you to try and keep up because things are about to get confusing. Confessions and memories might mix and you might not know who's who but things will become clearer when their secrets are revealed.

Also not everything is how it seems or simple. There's so much to learn and look out for.

Also I apologise, I'm writing but I'm struggling alittle so things might be slow for a while. Like I can't put the words I want in the paper. It's so frustrating!!! So my next update may be later than usual but I'll try to post on my other stories, which I have posted a new chapters on them both if you wanna check them out!