My Brother's WordAuthor: munky
You said you'd be there. You said you'd always be there for me, whenever I was scared or frightened at night. You lied to me! Cause you aren't here now. Not when I need you the most. Damn you onii-chan! You said you'd be there for me when we laid in bed together, side by side like little sardines in their tin, cuddled up to each other for warmth and safety. Away from the dangerous points of light that was Tokyo, glittering like crystal daggers that shone through our bedroom window. Remember that time I had a nightmare that you died? How I cried and screamed, thrashing around in my bed until you came? You woke me up from that bad dream with just a simple touch and told me it would be alright. Then you climbed up into my bunk and we slept together for the rest of the night, me in your arms. Like those sardines. Even when you were mean to me and yelled, you were always sorry afterwards. You would come into my bunk and kiss me right on the lips, soft like a flower's petals. I could taste the tears you cried after yelling at me. Their saltiness told me that despite how mad you were, everything would turn out okay. You wouldn't stop being my brother and you'd be there for me. Like you promised. I always knew you had problems, even before that email I found on your computer. I knew that there were times I just shouldn't go near you. That there were times you would hurt me bad and didn't want to. Times that you just couldn't stop yourself from being evil. You told me to stay away cause I was gentle, like the bubbles we used to blow through straws, and that you would break me. So I did stay away, but I never expected you to break your promise, even then. You did break your promise, though. Cause right now, when Oikawa's chasing me and Mom and Dad are turning me into what you were, you had to leave me. I hate you, Osamu! You gave me your word. I hate you because you had to go and die on me. You broke your promise, damn you! You said you'd always be there for me, but you aren't now. You're dead. Dead and buried. I am left with nothing more than your word as I sit in your shadow, slowly becoming what you were. Additional Author Notes: Like it? Think it needs work? Comments and Helpful (i.e. constructive) Criticism can be sent my way while flames will be fed to my evil black kitty when I run out of cat food. Ja ne!munky |