2 Darkness 2

Pampered I was. I was, Was I?

I was more of a toy rather than pampered one " the black spot on a white wall" it was just like that.

I still remember when I drew my first drawing at the age of five. It was a Horse, a beautiful muscular horse. I showed it to my mom, waiting to be praised.

"Awww..." that was the first time I have ever seen such a reaction from my ever calm mother, I was elated, I started to puff up my chest with anticipation...

"Look Honey, our Daiki made such a cute Dog" it is funny how a single sentence destroys your entire existence. My joyous face went from joyous to squeezed lemon-like, in seconds. No, it is not a dog it is a big and muscular horse. And was it enough? No, my sister came too

"Look Ela, what your brother has drawn. isn't it such a cute dog" stop! please stop! stop saying dog to my muscular horse, I prayed, I begged but the prayers were never heard"So sweet right? so Normal right? I still remember when you painted for the first time, it was such a good painting that our Local museum begged us for having it... ah such a Headache it was to handle all of those beggars."

"Yes..." in a beautiful yet cold voice my sister answered while glaring at me. Why are you glaring at me, I am the victim here am I not? Dammit!

...That day was the end of Picasso the second's career.

When I picked up any sports, my sister had already made records in it. and if I tried to challenge her records I failed miserably followed by my parent's "aww aww" and "koochi koochi" and yes my sister's evergreen cold glare.

She hates me, isn't she? It is so difficult to be hated by a beautiful person even more so if she is your sister.

It was when I was 25 I finally decided to confront my sister for it.

On the joyous occasion of failing my job interview for the 10th time,

yeah It was a joyous occasion for my parents, after all the aww aww's from my parent and cold glare from my sister, I finally decided to muster up all my courage and call my sister out for a walk.

"Speak" her voice was like ice served on a cold platter in Antarctica

"umm....umm"

"What don't waste my time if you have something to say then, say it or else I am going," she said as she started to walk away.

"Why are you so cold to me" I retorted, she stopped in the middle of the road, turned back. she seemed to be pretty shocked that time maybe it was news to her.

"Hah... why would I? cold.. me? Opposite to it, I love you" Huh what is this woman saying" I have loved you since the day you were born I even gave you kindness and love-filled gaze everyday" no it was you glaring at me, There was never an ounce of love or kindness in it.

"you are my little brother. How could I ever hate you? I can even...."

we didn't notice the truck because of our ongoing conversation, When we did notice It, It was too late.

I just wanted to save her, I mustered up all my strength and pushed her away from the road.

"BAM!" with a loud noise, I was here in this eternal darkness I think I hit my head first as there was only a split second of sharp pain and then everything went black.

I hope she is safe, I hope she didn't get injured after falling, I hope she doesn't blame herself, I hope my parents get over me soon, I hope she doesn't blame herself.

I hope

I hope...

I hope I can smile with them once again...