July 10th
6:28PM

Finally just got home.

Mom has been in her room all day. Dad went in to invite her to come along to pick up Oliver and nothing.

It's getting worse.

Oliver thinks she'll be fine. He says the doctors have been monitoring her well but he doesn't know.

Like he would even know. He was at Stanford for like a month. Med school dropout and he thinks he knows everything. Sometimes he really gets under my skin.

It's always been a thing for him to have to be right. He could never admit to being wrong.

Usually I just shrugged it off, but he needed to be put in his place earlier.

He got angry when I told him the truth. That he doesn't know what he's talking about and he needs to stop acting like the perfect son because he's the furthest thing from perfect.

He left and never came back.

Just like I did.

He left for school, leaving our parents and me in his dust.

Just like I did.

At least I feel guilty about the last four years. He brushed it off like it didn't even happen.

Now he won't talk to me; been ignoring me since we were on our way home.

Such a baby.

If I didn't tell him, nobody else would.

Nobody dares to talk down to him. He's got everyone he meets wrapped around his finger, tied tight like a pretty bow.

The girls love him and the guys, mostly, hate him.

He's got that charm that makes girls' blood bubble up and boil over like an excited puppy.

He's got all the good looks too; dark, thick hair with big, warm, brown doe eyes. And I got stuck with the fuzzy, white hair and cold, icy blue eyes.

I guess it matches our personalities. He's generally more friendlier and inviting. Where as I'm more closed off... Some call me stuck up.

I don't mean to be.

And I'm not.

But I guess I have more of my mother in me than I'd hoped. I guess her issues got passed on to me.

Go fucking figure.

Authors Note:

Typed this up real quick
on my phone mostly just
to post something.
Hope you enjoy ♡
~Neila