((Silver angst TW: mentioned child abuse, also very rushed and poorly written sorry)
Do you ever wonder how many people knew, how many people saw and never told anyone, family I thought loved me that never said anything. My grandmother surprised me with a Minnie mouse doll for my 6th birthday because she knew my father refused to do anything for my birthdays, I thought she was the coolest person on earth, but she didn't call the cops, she didn't call CPS, she was in the living room with my parents listening to them talk about my like I was just a dog, she watched them scream at me for hours, and all she did was give me a doll. I didn't even get to say goodbye to her, I saw her covered in wires hooked up to machines and I ran, I ran like if I didn't I'd end up like her. I felt guilty for years over someone who didn't even try to help me. I got a invite, for my aunt Kathryns funeral, I know it'll be the same, I'll run and I'll have to deal with guilt over her actions, why am I like this, I can't even be great full for what they did do.
