Post by Cassidy LaRose on May 10, 2007 22:14:45 GMT -5
I’ve never had any confidence in myself. I guess it comes from my parents, who never really paid much attention to me or showed me that I mattered. My brother was a god in their eyes—everything was always about him. All I ever heard growing up was “why can’t you be more like your brother?”
Eric was anything but perfect. He may have been the golden child in front of my parents, but behind their backs, he was a terror. He picked on me, broke my toys, fought with me, hit me… whatever. When she got old enough, he did it to Sarah, too—but only a couple of times. Unlike me, Sarah complained, and for some reason, my parents always listened to her, too. She was the baby of the family, and they adored her almost as much as they adored Eric. Almost.
I still miss Sarah. Sometimes I lie awake at night, wondering what happened to her. I figure she’s probably dead, but we never found anything… any clue or hint. My parents were devastated when she disappeared. I bet they wouldn’t have even noticed if I disappeared.
When Eric died, however, my parents were both so melodramatic about it. All they could talk about was how wrong it was that the Ministry killed him. As far as they were concerned, he couldn’t have been a Death Eater. Not their precious Eric. It was all a mistake, a conspiracy, whatever. Their stories were more and more outrageous every time they told them.
And I was still overlooked. Practically invisible in their eyes. I decided to be an Auror just to make up for what Eric did. There was no question that he had been working for Voldemort—the evidence was all there. Mom and Dad just wouldn’t see it. And of course, they were furious with me for choosing to work for the people who, in their eyes, murdered Eric.
Since I joined the Ministry, however, I haven’t done anything. I was beginning to believe I had made a mistake—until the day he walked in. Tyler Jackson.
Eric was anything but perfect. He may have been the golden child in front of my parents, but behind their backs, he was a terror. He picked on me, broke my toys, fought with me, hit me… whatever. When she got old enough, he did it to Sarah, too—but only a couple of times. Unlike me, Sarah complained, and for some reason, my parents always listened to her, too. She was the baby of the family, and they adored her almost as much as they adored Eric. Almost.
I still miss Sarah. Sometimes I lie awake at night, wondering what happened to her. I figure she’s probably dead, but we never found anything… any clue or hint. My parents were devastated when she disappeared. I bet they wouldn’t have even noticed if I disappeared.
When Eric died, however, my parents were both so melodramatic about it. All they could talk about was how wrong it was that the Ministry killed him. As far as they were concerned, he couldn’t have been a Death Eater. Not their precious Eric. It was all a mistake, a conspiracy, whatever. Their stories were more and more outrageous every time they told them.
And I was still overlooked. Practically invisible in their eyes. I decided to be an Auror just to make up for what Eric did. There was no question that he had been working for Voldemort—the evidence was all there. Mom and Dad just wouldn’t see it. And of course, they were furious with me for choosing to work for the people who, in their eyes, murdered Eric.
Since I joined the Ministry, however, I haven’t done anything. I was beginning to believe I had made a mistake—until the day he walked in. Tyler Jackson.
