Jilted generation

I opened it gently not wanting to ruin the binding and saw that it had 18 chapters spanning across the small, slightly yellowing lined pages. 'Blood....brother" I skipped to half way through the book, 'soup... Refused....bruise....surprise'
This was Mikey's book. This was Mikey's story. I went and sat on Mikey's chair and began to read about the brother that I thought I knew so well.
'Jilted generation. What a strange name!" I thought to myself, but as I read I understood:
"Yes Mikey," I whispered, "we are the forgotten children. We are the ones who have been left to fend for ourselves."

Notes

Well. This was always planned to be the last chapter and I always thought that I'd end the story here.
Im considering on writing a sequel/ more chapters, but I'm not making any promises and I'm going to take a break to sort some stuff out and might start writing a really weird idea I've got in my head. If I do write anymore then it will probably be another time.
But anyway, enough about me. I really just wanted to thank you all for your support, and to those who have subscribed/commented. Without you this would just be a shitty fanfic, but with you it is a shitty fanfic with other a thousand views. :) thank you. I hope you are doing well and pls let me know if you enjoyed this. Can't say thanks enough and I'm sure that if I say it once more then it'll start to become annoying. But thanks. Hope you enjoyed and that this wasn't a waste of your time. :) Xx