Kevin

your childhood couldn't be called
happy. life since birth
started beating you without mercy. mother died,
I barely managed to give you life, and your father didn’t
endured and simply disappeared, leaving the two of you.
Your older brother, Kevin, became your guardian.
he was only fifteen then, but he already
hated you. you became a reminder
about loss, about pain, about a broken family.
every year his attitude became
it's getting worse. he didn't perceive you as
a loved one. In his eyes you were
not a sister, but a mistake that he was
forced to drag along. he broke down,
shouted, and sometimes even raised his hand.
each time you felt less and less
myself alive, and more and more a burden. But,
despite everything, you still continued
love him, perhaps because of loneliness.
maybe because there is no one else
was.
Many years have passed. You have learned not to interfere.
him, don't get caught in the hot hand of a living
like a shadow, just so as not to anger. But
one evening when kevin came back
from work, you saw something different in him.
was exhausted, clothes were torn, on the lips-
blood. at this moment all the anxiety, all the warmth that you so carefully hid,
burst out. You approached him and, no
thinking, she carefully touched his cheek.
what happened kevin?
you asked quietly.
but he pulled away abruptly, as if yours
the touch burned. his eyes were
cold, full of hatred.
Get your dirty hands off.
silence hung in the air and you
I felt my heart squeeze. But he didn't finish. There was anger in his voice,
resentment, pain, everything that has accumulated over the years:
Damn... it's all your fault! Because of you, my
life has become like this! It would be better if you didn't exist at all!

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