Robin: For those of you who don't know,
My name is Robin Troy.
My brother is Frank Troy,
a man who recently announced to the internet that I am dead.
You know Frank, I was really trying.
I was trying really bloody hard to let it go.
Even when I saw you you in those videos flirting your ass off
off in Weatherbury of all bleeding places.
I told myself that it wasn't worth it.
That you weren't worth my time
or my energy.
And what you did with your life was your business.
But you don't get to just erase me from existence.
I am not one of your bloody one-night stands
that you can can just pretend didn't happen because it's convenient for you.
People aren't your playthings Frank.
And they don't magically disappear when you stop finding them interesting.
So.
To whoever might be watching this...
This is what really happened.
Frank and I were in the care system from a young age.
Both hated it.
but Frank was older so he got out first and did...
who knows what for a few years.
Meanwhile I was staying with a family who...
it...
just...
Wasn't really working out.
I'd recently been diagnosed with depression
and they weren't very sympathetic.
When Frank turned 21 I asked
become my legal guardian to get me out
and, after a very long time trying to persuade him,
he agreed.
We moved to Weatherbury so I, er, started going to school there.
I got on new therapists and I started getting okay grades again...
And the kids at my school was surprisingly nice to me.
And things felt like...
they were finally turning around.
I felt...
Okay
for the first time in ages.
But... I could tell Frank didn't really want to hear about it,
my depression,
And he was almost never home
because he was always out blowing his wages gambling
So there was never any money
And I went hungry a lot, because of that.
And, one day
My teacher was collecting money for a class fieldtrip
and he left the cash in his desk draw and I knew it was unlocked so I
took some
(Quietly) I took some.
I was caught.
immediately.
And the school said that that kind of behavior,
while not unexpected from someone with my background,
Would not be tolerated.
I was expelled.
We moved away.
Frank made a joke of it.
Said it was because of me. Because I wasn't a good enough thief.
Moving was... hard.
It took me a while to get another therapist,
and to adjust to the new school,
but after a few months
I was settling in, I wasn't the new kid any more...
and things started to feel okay.
But then, Frank decided
that it had been his lifelong dream to be a fighter pilot
and just one day announced that he was going to join the RAF.
His initial plan was to dump me back in the care system
but after I literally begged him not to,
and he found out how much paperwork that would take,
he settled for putting me in boarding school.
So I moved.
Again.
Boarding school was bad.
I didn't fit in at all.
the counselors were awful, and the teachers...
Basically the only good thing about the place
was the regular meals.
and they tasted like boiled socks.
I wasn't really... coping.
Everything was hard.
The longer I was there. the worse it got.
And then Frank said that he was coming home for christmas.
and he asked if I wanted to join him and it felt like...
A godsend. like a lifeline.
And I thought, this is my chance to really talk to him.
To explain what's happening and ask for help
So I wouldn't feel like I was...
Drowning, any more.
We arranged that I would take the train and he would pick me up from the station.
But I'd writted the number of my stop
on my phone, and my phone died halfway through the journey
so I got off at the wrong one
And I had to walk the rest of the way.
I wan an hour late.
It turned out that, without telling me,
that he's rather rather go out drinking with his buddies
than spend the day with his little sister.
So he was going to just pick me up and drop me off at the motel he was staying at.
Only... of course I wasn't there to be picked up.
So by the time I got there, his friends were grumpy.
Frank was furious but trying not to show it.
So he left me at the motel with barely saying a word.
and when he got back that night
He told me how inconsiderate I was to have left him there.
And how I was ruining our holiday together.
and why couldn't I just be fun like I used to be.
and I just
I told him how miserable I was at boarding school.
And I asked him if he would consider leaving the RAF so we could live together again.
and he said no
and then I asked if he would just come home often
for more visits so I'd have some kind of support system
And he said no
and then I got really angry
And I said some things that I
probably shouldn't have, all of which were true
and at the end of it Frank said that I was an ungrateful spoiled brat.
and if I hated boarding school that much then he wasn't going to keep on bloody paying for it.
and then he slammed the door.
and he left.
He left me in a strange motel
on my own with just a fucking backpack of my things.
I waited there for two days.
He never came back,
he never returned any of my calls
He just vanished
and expected me to pick up the pieces like he always does.
It took all my savings to pay for that room
and after that I had nothing. No money, barely any clothes.
He left me to fend for
myself on the streets when I was already
barely keeping my head above water.
You left me alone.
Frank.
This is the last time you will ever hear from me.
If you want to keep telling people that you don't have a sister, that's fine.
because I will never be more dead to you than I am right now.
You're not my brother.
you have lost the right to call me family.
You're a selfish, petty little man
and I hope one day you'll realize what an utter waste of a human
being you've become.
You may have gotten what you wanted:
a life without me in it,
but honestly...
I'm the one who's better off without you.
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