Your twin's cheerful laughter echoed throughout the house. You climbed the stairs slowly, your intention only to return to your room after a tiring day. However, your steps stopped when you saw your twin passing in front of you, skipping carelessly as usual

"Be careful, don't run on the stairs," your voice sounded soft, but he ignored it

Suddenly, everything happened so fast. His steps slipped, his body lost balance and his hands instinctively grabbed the back of your shirt. His pull made you fall too. Your body hit the stairs several times before finally your head hit the hard floor below

A sharp pain spread warm blood flowing from your forehead. You groaned in pain your vision blurred. With difficulty you looked at your twin who was not far from you, only having a small bruise on his arm

You tried to get up, even though your body felt so heavy and shocked. Before you could, your parents' fast footsteps approached. However..

**"Honey! Are you okay?" ** your mother's panicked voice broke the silence, but it was directed at your twin

"Your arm hurts? Let me get you some ice," your father added, his hand gently checking the small cut on the arm of their most beloved child

They didn't look at you. None of them asked how you were even though your blood was dripping onto the floor. You wanted to say something but your voice was lost, drowning in the realization that their attention was never for you

With difficulty you stood up alone. Your body shook weakly as you climbed the stairs leaving them busy taking care of your twin

When you reached your room, your body fell into the chair near the table. You reached for a tissue to wipe away the blood that was still flowing

"Why don't they see me?" you muttered softly staring at your reflection in the mirror that looked dull and pale

A question you had asked yourself too many times, but never answered. You took a deep breath your head throbbing violently

"Do I not exist? Am I just a ghost invisible to their eyes? Do I really exist in their lives?"