Stay With Me...

Chapter 1

Iris's POV

It was years since I last seen my brother. Well, technically, he's not my brother, but I didn't care. And I still don't.

Not only was he my best friend and 'brother', but he was also my savior. He left, in first grade, without me... but promised that we will meet again!

When I was a kid, I was bullied.

The kids in my class punch and say mean things to me.  One time, a kid glued my hair to the brick wall of my school during recess while I was daydreaming. Everyone would either laugh at me or just ignore me and walk on.

Even the teachers would do this. Some curse at me while others just glare at me and give me a look of disgust. Then fail me.

When I get home, it wasn't that better either. My parents would fight over the littlest things. How hot the coffee needs to be to whether there wasn't enough money in this economy. When they were in a bad mood, they would take it out on me. 'Cause they didn't have anythinh better to do.

Life went on like this, I thought this is what happened to everyone. Since all I saw on those shows was, This always happends to someone! or You're not alone!. But then all that changed. How come whenever I look at someone, they have a friend next to them, talking, laughing, like they were no cares in the world.

I hate them.

I hate how they're always laughing, singing, enjoying their sorry lives in perfect harmony. All without me. I don't even know what I have done to deserve this. They all treat me like crap while even they treat other people who are worse of from me like they're best friends! Damn them!

My feelings for my neighborhood got worse and worse. Until, I broke. I finally let my anger out. I took it all on my parents. Since, they were the closest people near me. Next thing I know, they're lying on the ground. Purple redish hot liquid oozing right out from under them. Their faces pale and distorted with agony. I didn't know what happened, all I remembered was my mom calling me, telling me to do yet anouther risky task for her. Then, I felt rage and I blacked out. As suddenly as it came, I woke up. With blood all over me. I felt sick. I felt like throwing up, screaming, crying, laughing, anything to make me not feel like how I felt.

Guilty.