ANNE

my life

I ate the pancakes slowly, relishing every bite of the half burnt cakes. Turns out,he is pretty bad in cooking,but they tasted good anyways.
After the fourth cake,I felt sick.
"I don't feel well." I said weakly.
"Let's get you to bed then." He insisted.
I walked slowly, my stomach was hurting badly,and I collapsed on floor,using my elbows to support me.
I started breathing heavily, my vision blacking out.
Bert carried me to the bathroom, and I vomited the entire meal. My throat burned and I sat up.
"Sorry." I apologized.
"For what?, its not your fault."
I passed out on the bed,and let sleep claim me. I was nowhere now, not in the trance or the real world,just floating in middle.
"So weak," Bert mumbled,"you're so fragile."
He wasn't teasing me,just stating the obvious facts about me. "I'll be with you,even if it tears me apart."
Why will it tear you apart? Is it because I was once your abusive brother's girlfriend?. Andy wasn't much of a violent person,unless needed,but he was a jealous one too,he sometimes voiced out that he wants to be a girl so that I won't be with Leah.
That was a childish threat,but could his jealousy pass this much that he'll hurt his own brother?. What could Bert possibly done to get beaten up? How could I have possibly no memory of this?
I'm thinking too much about this,maybe I'll ask Bert about the scars,yes that ought to be the answer.
"You are stressing yourself too much."
A voice mumbled, it was Andy's. There was no light,so he did stick to his promise,the one about how he won't let me come close to him,it hurt me a little.
"Why do I have absolutely no memory of this?" I enquired.
He sighed and answered back, "Do you know why your head hurts whenever even a little pressure is applied to it?"
Hell,even I wanted the answer to that question.
"No."
"Well,let's just say it happend because of what I did."
His voice faded away at the last syllable, and I heard Bert waking me up .