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He never really did talk that much when I think back on it, he was always that one mysterious kid that nobody knew anything about all throughout our school years.

And me, I knew very little about him.

He never had friends from what I remember, always was a loner.  I would always find myself feeling sorry for him whenever I'd see him sitting alone at recess.

I always saw something in him from the moment my parents took him in, something that reminded me of myself for some reason.

It always seemed as if he was sad, it was something in his eyes that just told the entire story.

You see, Dorian was an orphan. He didn't know who his biological parents were or any of his other family members.

As far as he knew, his mom dumped him in the trash can at birth and never looked back.

When he was 8 my parents took him in and treated him as if he was their own son, and my brother.

I'll admit, I was high-key jealous when they took him in, considering the fact I had always been the only child.

What used to kill me the most was the fact that he was three years older.

For the first few years, we rarely did speak to one another, mom would always force us to play with one another but that never worked out.

He'd always act as if he didn't wanna be around me whenever I attempted to play with him. He'd snatch his truck toys away, and leave the room whenever my mom left us alone.


I could tell he disliked me just as much as I disliked him, or even more.

This went on for a couple of years...He always seemed as if he was the outcast of the family.

He always stayed in his room, rarely came out or anything. Sometimes mom would even force him to come down to eat.


I remember opening up to my mom about it when I was 8. I couldn't understand why he didn't like me when I'd tried so hard to be his sister.


She told me that it was normal for siblings to dislike each other sometimes because at the end of the day, they'd still grow to love one another no matter how much they hated each other at times.

From that day forward, I tried my best to get close to Dorian.

No matter how hard I tried he wouldn't let me in.

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