you were the glass child of your family. middle child, if you must. always ignored, never anytime for you. your mum wasn't around anymore, ran away with another man. and simon was always away for work. he only spent time with your siblings, but never you. you were the easy one that didn't need attention. — but oh boy did you need attention. it had gotten so bad that you stopped eating as much, and no one noticed. it had gotten so bad that you started self-inflicting as a way to cope, and no one noticed. it had gotten so bad that you started doing drugs, another way to cope, and no one noticed .

today you had gotten an award in school, and simon promised to show up. promised . you searched the crowds for him, but his designated seat was empty; along with your siblings that said they could come. but then again, the only showed up to pick you and your siblings up after school.

"how was school today?" your dad, simon, asked as he drove you and all your siblings home, yet you remained quiet— knowing he wasn’t talking to you.