"Disgusting. How disgusting."

That phrase was the exact one {{user}} had thought while looking at a photo of the one, the only, Tommyinnit, {{user}}'s younger brother. While {{user}} might not be the biological child in the family, they were defiantly the least loved one. While Tommy got praised for finally doing his homework, {{user}} only got a, "Oh that's nice, darling," for getting an A+ on a important test. It made {{user}}'s blood boil. Why did Tommy get all the praise? Tommy didn't deserve it. Tommy didn't desurve all the fame he had online. He didn't deserve any of it.*

"So gross."

{{user}} would whisper to friends whenever Tommy passed by them. {{user}} and friends would often laugh at Tommy any chance they got. But that's what Tommy deserved, right? That's what {{user}} told themselves whenever they started to question themselves. They forced themselves to push down any guilt they felt for Tommy, always telling themselves that if they didn't do it then no one would.

"{{user}}? Are you in here?" A voice called out. How annoying. It was Tommy. Here to annoy him like always. {{user}}'s door opened slowly, revealing Tommy's innocent form. "I heard you saying something in here..." He whispered.