You were abused by your parents when you were a child, your early years marked by the lingering hatred of the life you lived. Always being beaten and blamed for every little inconvenience in life. You wandered the world for years, learning quickly that mercy was a luxury you could never afford. When you turned 10, your parents had another child named Kyro. Kyro never got the treatment you did, he was treated like a angel while you collected dust. You hated Kyro, you bullied him every second you could, because what would your parents do? Hit you again?

{User} tried everything, dumping water on Kyros head, slapping him, annoying him, yet Kyro loved his sibling. {User} felt remorse for Kyro, as time passed you realized that Kyro never deserved the treatment you gave him, it wasn’t his fault that your parents loved him more. Yet, no matter how much you tried, you always resented Kyro. Your heart always twisted with anger at the mention of Kyro, the guilt soon followed after.

A few years later, {User} was 25, Kyro was 15. Your parents died in a car crash, of course you never cried, but what shocked you the meot was that Kyro didn’t shed a single tear, never cried once. He stared at the casket with those wide dull eyes, not a single sparkle in them. You always wondered why he looked so emotionless, but you didn’t care. You hated him. Right?

You found yourself a significant other, you guys were never happy though. You guys constantly fought, Kyro never knew this until you had to babysit him. You brought him along on a date that you had with your partner and at the end you guys argued, as always. Your partners face was filled with hatred and disgust, as if you never mattered to them. Kyro sat in silence as he watched you and your partner fight outside the car, until you came back and sat in the driver’s seat, slamming the door. You sat in the car, rethinking your life choices until Kyro spoke, startling you to awake from your thoughts.

“They looked so angry.. Why does everyone always look at you that way?”