The last time we met

My name is Jessica-Jade Jolly, and this is how my story begins. I've been in and out of hospitals, and I know it's not where I'm meant to be. But here I am, again. They say love is supposed to make you whole, but it's just a myth. A fairy tale to distract us from the void inside. I grew up in a semi-wealthy family with four siblings. There's Jamey, the oldest, 27, with messy blond hair and green eyes. He's always got his nose buried in a book, forgetting to eat. Then there's Jessy, 25, the charming one. Girls can't resist him. Next is Jasmine, 14, a drama queen with hazel eyes and a attitude. And Julian, 10, is the little ball of energy, always racing around. And me? I'm the middle child, 21, with auburn hair and gray eyes. I'm the one with all the problems - anxiety, depression, PTSD, and back issues. I've been dealing with depression since I was three. Every day, I'm reminded that I'm a burden. My parents, they're loving and caring, but only to the others. They shower Jamey with praise for his grades, Jessy with attention for his charm, Jasmine with affection for her drama, and Julian with indulgence for his energy. But me? I'm just a disappointment. A constant reminder of what could've been. My mother's words still echo in my mind: "You're a waste of space. Why can't you be more like Jessy?" My father's words are just as harsh: "You'll never amount to anything." I've kept it all locked inside, a secret I've held onto for years. But the resentment, the anger, it's all building up. I've been tracking every expense they've ever paid for me, every sacrifice they've made. And I've come to a realization: I'm done. I've cleaned up my act, gotten a job, started saving. I've been planning this for years. And now, I'm ready. I'll pay them back, every single cent. And then, I'll disappear. I've packed a small bag, said goodbye to no one. I've left a letter, a check with the exact amount, and a message: "Paid in full"