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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