four o'malley | district eleven | fin

Four O'Malley
sixteen
castaways we are castaways. ahoy there.

Already I am living in a world where I feel like I am constantly drowning with no life vest to hang onto. Yet still, my family were just dragging me down deeper and deeper. I needed to catch my breath, to finally pull myself to the surface as it was just getting exhausting to fight them every day and waiting until I was old enough, old enough to make my own life was just too long of a wait. I never picked a night. I never picked the right time. I just went. Any second was the right time to flee the damned O’Malleys.

My life ring are my friend’s parents. I am free to be me. Free to follow whatever, not the bat-shit crazy cult crack that my blood parents served on a plate.

Now I am the outsider to my blood family, I have not spoken to any of my siblings since the day I fled. I am just left to watch them drown like I did. I am stood to watch with the life rings in my hand, ready to catch any hand that reaches out to me. They all need rescuing, even if they don’t know it. My blood parents cannot be left with the pleasure of manipulating each and every one of them. They have already lost Six, I have already lost Six. I can’t lose anymore.