Do you think I'm insane, or is it just the people around me? I already quit studying. Why? because I've been called crazy by most of my past classmates. They called me a monster, but I'm not; they just like to interfere in other people's lives.
My parents are too concerned with their business to be present today. They leave almost every day because they are busy all the time. Even though they are here every Sunday, I still feel excluded. Even if I am beside them, they are still thinking about work.
Being with my brother changes the situation. He never left my side, and he made sure I never felt alone. He's on my vision all the time. He is always available whenever I need him.
He told me that even though he is not my real brother, I can still consider him as one. He is my companion, my other half.
We're having fun in my room right now. Playing around, running here and jumping there. He made me feel like I wasn't all by myself at that moment, and I am forever grateful for that. He kept making fun of me and I got irritated as time went on. I became angry and left him in the room. He annoys me so much. I simply head to the living room to wait for my parents. I give them a warm embrace as well as a wide smile as soon as they arrive. I was not given a hug in return, but it doesn't bother me. It's something I expected.
It's time for dinner. My room starts to sound like someone is trying to escape by kicking the door loudly as we open our mouths to eat. The noise keeps becoming louder over time.
That man was getting ever more determined to leave my room. I seemed to be much happier than irritated.
My mom asked me, "Sweetie? Is there somebody inside your room?" she asked but I didn't respond and instead I just laughed loud. My parents are finally giving me the attention I want.
She repeated her question aggressively, "I'm asking you! Is there someone in your room?"
"Oh it's nothing, mom. It's just my brother. I hate the way he is making fun of me so I left him inside my room—", my replied to my mother's question with a big grin on my face, "—looks like he already wants to get out, but I am aware that he cannot."
Their earlier expressions of anger had been replaced by looks of surprise. Both their mouths and eyes widened. "What are you saying?"
"He is unable to fit through the door because of his long arms and legs. I have no idea how he got that big, but since he is constantly playing with me, I don't mind. He refrained from going out because his face was unappealing as well."
They shake their head in disbelief "But- You don't have a brother, remember?"
"I know that I don't have a sibling because if I have one then you wouldn't need to spend so much time away from home."
"No, don't say that! You're frightening us."
"Yes and he's still my brother in my eyes. He promised me that he would protect me from you. I'm not sure why, but I don't actually care anymore." I responded while grinning.
We haven't had a conversation this long in the entire time that our family has been together. Or are we truly a family? Although I'm not particularly pleased with what we're discussing, it's okay. We don't know whether this is going to be our last talk, right?
"You're going insane. You're losing your mind. Do not scare us. We don't have a crazy child here!" My father yelled.
I yelled while covering my ears with my palm. I no longer wanted to hear what they have to say. No, I am not insane. I'm in the proper state of mind. Are they abandoning me? Alright, there's my brother. He will never ever neglect me. He'll keep me safe. Yes, he will punish you. You yelled at me and harmed me. That is something I cannot accept.
"No!" My brother knocked down the bedroom door as soon as I yelled and fled. He immediately came over to where I was. I appreciate his existence. He was telling the truth. He'll take care of me.
He put his hands over my eyes, and screams are all I can hear. The noise vanished in a split second. As soon as I opened my eyes, all I could see was blood. I looked at my brother and found him looking at me too.
Blood was dripping from his mouth while he smiled. I smiled back at him. It was intense and terrifying, but I felt secure with him. With his dark and eerie voice he asked, "Are you okay?"
