Half Bloods

"Hello?"

"Virginia? Uh....hi. How's school?"

"Um, you know, exciting as usual"

*Dad picks up*

"HELLO? HELLO?"

"Hi Dad."

"Okay, I guess I'll talk to you later."

"Have a good evening Virginia."

Click.

The longest conversation I've had in with my brother in over a year. I'll never admit it to anyone, but I miss the fact he's not actualy "my brother''

I'm mad because siblings are there for each other, and I"m mad because he's not here, he's not taking care of Dad, he's not listening to the doctors, he dosn't have to live with the confusion and the yelling.

Isn't that man his father too?

I guess half of my envys him. Half of me wants to be away from all of it, wants to be able to just pretend I can put all of it behind me....

My brother isn't a coward. He's not running away from anything....I don't think. He's a grown boy, he has his own life, his own kids. He's a father now too.

But I need him.

Dammit, you take stupid stuff like fixing a sink for granit when you have someone around who can. You take getting the Christmas decorations down when a guys up there handing them too you.

Is he mad at him? Is he mad that he couldn't make it with his mom and broke up his family?

I would be too I guess.

Does he hate me? Does he look at me and think how weird it is that I'm apart of him and yet I never knew him?

Because thast kinda what I think when I look at him, you know, on those rare chances that I get the chance too.