Transformation (Marcel FanFic)

Transformation 37

PLEASE READ: Some will get to the end of the chapter and be opposed by what happens, but please bare with me. I promise I'm not the in your face type of person, I'm the type that just quietly does it. (this will make sense by the end of the chapter) I don't like the hate that everyone receives, and I know this fandom, so Please just read and continue to do so, thank you. Keep in mind this is my story, and I can make it go in anyway I want. I don't mean to sound rude, but it's true. You have all got me so many reads, and I love you all :) SO PLEASE just continue reading because I wouldn't be where I am without you all.

~Thirty Seven~

The boy in front of me isn't the same boy I thought he was. I've always been envious of my brother because he's the one that girls want. The one everyone likes, but as I sit here staring at him, I realize he's just a normal boy that never asked for it. He's just a normal boy like everyone else. but the difference between him and I is that he doesn't know what it's like to not be liked. He doesn't know what it feels like to work hard because everything is given to him.

"Is that really what you think of me?"  He asks, tears falling from his eyes.

I was truly humiliated. I didn't mean to say those words aloud. I felt the heat rush to my cheeks as he just stared at me. I cant read him,  he just stands there, looking over me. I wanted him to speak first so that I didn't have to. Please, Harry, please just talk! 

But, alas came nothing. He continued to stare, and at that moment I knew that I had finally gotten my brother to hate me one hundred percent. I don't really blame him, it's all my fault... 

"I'm just trying to help you." Tears fell down his face. He was finally showing some emotion in front of me. "I-I just want to make sure you're okay, but I guess you don't really want me to help."

"Har-"

"I get it, really." He started for the stairs, but I stopped him before he could hide himself in his room.

"You don't get it! I don't think that about you Harry." He averted his eyes so that they were anywhere but me. "I do sometimes, but, you just don't get it. You don't know how mad I am at myself sometimes. I feel awful, but I cant tell you, because- well because- most of the problems are about Amie, and I get that you two are together now, and I'm somewhat on terms with it. Well, not really, just thinking of you two makes me queasy; but you're my brother, and if you like her than it's okay, really. I just- I just don't know" My voice came out quickly, and distorted. 

"You think Amie and I are together. Damn it Marcel. See this is the thing, you are the first one out of the two of us that people call smart, but you don't have any common sense. Amie's with me to get you jealous. The girls head over heels for you!"

"If she's so madly in love with me why did I see you two kissing?" The image still burns in the back of my thoughts. It drives me crazy thinking about it, so crazy that I want to beat the living out of something, maybe someone.

"Because we were trying to make you jealous. It obviously works, you just don't let us see any of your crazy." Harry snorts and his lips quiver upwards, but his face is soon etched with pure sadness. "She loves you Mar, why don't you see that?" He looks down at his feet and sighs in defeat. "Every person needs to feel love, everyone, no matter what they do or who they are."

"So all this time, you two have been making me feel like absolute crap just for it to get at me. Do you know how low and awful that is!" I didn't mean to yell, but my voice rose without my consent.

"You didn't make Amie feel loved either Marcel, remember that.You hurt her, you humiliated her in front of the entire school, especially when she needed you." At that very moment I remember Luke, Micheal, and Calum telling me about her father, and how he is to be deployed back home.