Creepypasta Collection Book 1

Nathan the Nobody

In the past, Nathan had a normal childhood. He grew up in a great family with his maternal twin sister, Crystal. Unlike his sister, his eyes were different shades of colors, the rare genetic condition called heterochromia iridum, this for him meaning blue for one eye and green, like his sister, for the other. Nathan and his sister were mostly raised by their mother, who cared for them almost equally. Nathan's father, however, tried his best.

He was about 6-years-old, when he noticed his father didn't give him the same amount of affection that he did with his sister. He was a smart kid, and had an easy time in school. While his sister was a lot better at making new friends. How could she not? In his eyes, he saw her as the nicest person in his life.

Often, Nathan was quick to anger. He didn't quite know why that was, he just got angry a lot, and so easily too. That temper would get him in many fist fights, and arguments with his fellow peers and teachers.

His actions would then lead to many arguments between his parents; they were as quiet as could be about it, trying to avoid fighting in front of him and his sister. His father would lose it sometimes; his face turns red with anger at the news of another outburst of Nathan's. This was the beginning of his father's own rage, yelling at Nathan before his mother stepped in, and dragged his father away to cool off.

This somehow in some odd way, made Nathan happy to see. To see his parents giving him the attention over his sister, to see how easily it was to manipulate them into certain emotions. It was thrilling to him, even if it was only for a little bit.

One night, he woke to whispered words; he frowned, getting out of his bed. He made his way to the bedroom door. He could hear more hushed words. He made his way out into the hallway as silently as he could, the hushed words now making sense as his parents went back and forth.

"You are always too sympathetic for him! Let him off too easily!" His father quietly screeches, trying to keep from waking him and his sister.

"He's just a kid. He'll learn." His mother replies softly in a pleading voice.

"You always say that! However, he DOES know better! He's a smart kid! He just doesn't want to behave!"

"You're being too harsh!"

"No, I'm not! He cannot keep doing this! Why can't he be like his sister?! She's sweet! She's calm and doesn't rebel like this! A normal freaking child."

"He'll grow-"

He heard enough and snuck back to his room. His thoughts and feelings turned slightly bitter, and resentful towards his sister. The next few mornings, he refused to talk or play with her. It wasn't until she kept pestering him about why, that he yelled at her. After he stopped yelling, his sister just stood there, his bitter feelings quickly turned to guilt. He could feel his sister's sorrow as if it were his own, so he decided to turn his bitter feelings to his father; the one that planted the seed in the first place. Still, because of all this he still bared some envy towards his sister.

However, Nathan loved and trusted his sister completely, partly because he believed she was incapable of doing any wrong. As their father seemed to imply she's the good one and he's the odd twin. He and his sister understood each other on a level that not all siblings get to; of course, they had their difficulties, as most siblings do.

By the age of 9, Nathan had distanced himself from his parents. They claimed they cared about him just as equally as his sister, it was clear that wasn't the case. His grades may have been great, but he continued to fight amongst his peers. He never bothered his sister at school, the last thing he wanted was to bug her, or have the bullies focus on her. So, instead he just sat away from everyone at recess and used school as a distraction from social activities.