Heurt and Pein

the

h. e. u. r. t.

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the everyday of our lives since our parents vanished were hell. you could feel yourself drowning into oblivion and knowing no one is there to catch and comfort you. there are times i would think about ways on how to kill myself. but... sigh.

the moment pein woke up from her afternoon slumber, she called out for me "brother..." i watched her from the balcony while drinking my earl grey tea, as she makes her way towards me. her brown hair is swept to the side while she tries to tame her not so messy hair. i love to touch that natural curl at the tips of her brown and silky hair.

i met her eyes. those eyes that were so nostalgic because of their color. it was dominantly amber but has a hint of silver, a mix of mother's amber eyes and father's deep, dark silver. mine was colored with deep silver with a hint of blue.

her flower-patterned dress was a little bit wrinkled maybe because she just woke up from bed. ever since we were young, she always loved flowers. and here's now my 15 year old sister, clinging her arms with mine and hugged me. she gave me a kiss at the cheek and greeted, "good afternoon." she flashed her innocent, sweet and angelic smile, showing off her perfect set of white teeth. but little did they know, that beneath that smile is a secret you should never know. a secret full of sufferings and pain.

the way we look, act and think are because of our awesome genes. many people kill just to have our genes. all in all, we are, well beautiful is an understatement, gorgeous.

the thing that makes our lives as hell is our aunt betty. she stands up for her name, oh right. she has this bulgy stomach, i think she weights over 250 pounds! and don't get me started on her breath o'right! her face was full of pimples, wrinkles, whiteheads and wartz and her improperly aligned teeth. and most of all, she treats us like she owns OUR mansion! she makes us clean the whole mansion, after that dirties it with her boots that stepped on pig shit! not just that, she makes us wash the dishes, sometimes she breaks some of the plates, just to annoy the hell out of me. one time, when i arrived late from school, when i entered pein's room, some of her dresses were ripped and torn into pieces. and she was there at a corner, hugging her knees.

the way her face looked was a mess. her hair was standing up to every possible direction, there were scratches in her skin, and her flower-patterned dress had a hole on it and was ripped that when pein stands up, you can get a glimpse of her underwear.

the awfulness of this big fat bitch is getting on my nerves. because you know what? she's not even our relative! obviously, coz she doesn't have our beautiful genes. but what can we do? we're still minors. and we are still feeling the pain and hurting, because up until now, no one knows the real reason of our parents death, but i know that pein knows what really happened. she's still in trauma because of the past accident.

"it's time to go." pein informed me. i didn't even noticed that she has already dressed up. i nodded in reply and grabbed my keys, wallet and phone.