My Severe Brother

ch 119: Depression

Peter's pov

I woke up feeling so cold, felt a warm towel on my forehead as I sat up, I eyed my brother who was on the ground with his head on the bed

" Cole." I shook him

He opened his eyes, Oh, that deep blue could kill! He stood up and felt my forehead, smiled then gave me the thermometer

" Morning."

" Morning, my Love." He said kissing my cheek

" I'm sorry, I don't know why I did that yesterday."

I was about to cry when he hugged me

" It's okay, let's not do it again. Better, let's forget about it."

" I love you."

" Mee too, little one."

The thermometer rang, I gave it to him

" You are a little warm, take this pill."

I took it and drank the water after it without groaning

" Get a rest, you are not going to school today."

" I have an exam." I told him

" You can take it when you get better." He affirmed with a very soft tone that it's my first time I heard him talking with

" Okay."

I returned to sleep, I'm tired. like my energy faded away. He sat next to me, he opened the TV and put on Peaky blinders

I didn't feel like watching it, " Dude, if you don't mind, turn off the TV."

" You don't want to watch your favorite show?"

" I'm not interested in watching right now."

" Okay, how about playing video games?"

" No."

" No for video games?" He asked raising his eyebrows

" I'm not in the mood to do anything, can I just sleep, please?" I said annoyed

" Yes, no problem."

I heard a knock on my door and Luke appeared, " Sir, I bought the medicines you asked me for, and Levio is coming."

" Thanks Luke. Can you stay with him, I'm going to make soup?"

" Sure sir."

" And stop calling me sir at home." My brother said as he went out of the room

Luke sat on my bed, " He didn't talk about yesterday?"

" He didn't. Luke, can you stay quiet or go out, I don't need anyone to babysit me." I said nervously fidgeting

" Okay." He said, feeling hurt by my words

Sleep is not sleeping anymore. It's more like an escape from reality. You knew you were sleeping just to escape everything even though you feel so tired after waking up. In this situation, sleep is useless if it's not your body that is tired but instead your soul. After all..for you, it is an escape instead of resting.

I wanna sleep, but I don't. it's like if I sleep I won't feel anything, but eventually I'll wake up and nothing will change. It's like sleeping isn't even an escape anymore

I don't know what's the point behind my existence? I'm just a mistake, waste of an egg, waste of a sperm, waste of oxygen, waste of water, waste of food, waste of money, waste, just waste, nothing more, nothing better than a waste, a waste where even flies don't come for food, yes I'm that useless