It's Tuesday today and my brother's letter is supposed to arrive so I sit at our window in the living room again to make sure that I'm the first person that to see the letter arriving. Sure enough, I am. I take the letter straight out of the mailman's hands as he chucked lowly at me while I beelined straight to my room. As soon as I got there, I tore the envelope apart and read my section of the letter and it said this; "Hey kid, I know that school is hard and I'm sorry. I really am. I wish I could be there for you but I can't. However, I just want you to know that I love you and so do our parents. Keep it up boy. I'm awaiting the day that we meet again." After reading that letter, I immediately started drafting my response to him. I wanted to tell him that it wasn't his fault, tell him that he's the best brother any kid could have, tell him that I don't deserve a caring brother like him, tell him that I love him. As I was writing my response, I cried. I cried so much that my eyes stung. I missed my brother so much and I felt so guilty for hurting myself with my own hands. I promised that I wouldn't do that but I failed. I couldn't keep my promise to him. My promise to myself. That night, I let the blade go even deeper as I cried myself to bed.
YOU ARE READING
The Andromeda Boy
Short StoryHis name was Shiki but I didn't know that. I didn't care and I still don't because I didn't change, he did. Now, here's his story. Read it, digest it and forget it. It's his story, don't make it yours.
