For first I want to tell my readers that whole story is fictional and have NO connection with real life or real persons any type of similarities is an accident.
Suddenly I felt something. Deep depression or maybe anxiety I can't say exactly even maybe I felt both at the same time. All I wanted sitting in that dark room was one thing and it's name was peace. I always dreamed of feeling that in other word I was sick to feel peace because my entire life all I had was suffering since the day I born. My mother died in the hospital while giving me birth. I didn't even had father because he left my mom when she told him that she's pregnant but I always used to thank god for one thing that was good in my life. It was my brother. We were twins. He's name was John. He had almost same appearance as I did except one thing, he had blonde straight hair unlike my dark curls.
I still sitting there. In the room which belonged us. John was in work so I had to stay at home alone since my aunt and his husband will come back from work. She worked in the huge cinematic company where she helped with actors makeup. Unlike my pretty and sweet aunt his husband was an asshole. I don't usually use that kind of words but it's perfectly described him. He hated me and John. Most of all John because since childhood he always asked questions about his parents he was kind of kid who couldn't sit wait to someone do everything for him he always liked to figure out and handle everything by his own and that's why Tony always hated him. He thought some day he will become someone more than just baing his pet. I know that some people can find it very tough but he was doing everything Tony needed. I can clearly remember one day Tony asked him to make cow sounds in front of his classmates and after that he beat him and made him to sleep in the storage and all that because he ate a little more rice.
I've never been like him. I was coward. I was literally coward. Whole my life everything I've done was to listen that old piece of shit judging my family. And now I'm again in my room holding a knife in my hands trying to kill myself because he said something that I never can forget. I stand took a little piece of paper and started to write my last words before doing it.
"To my dear John and Ann.
I'm tired. Imy entire life I tried to be someone
who you both will love. For you to know I always loved you both even though I knew you never loved me. At least you gave me home my dear aunt Ann. I know it's not perfect home sometimes I even think this is the worst place I could ever possibly live but that's not changing anything, you see me grow and gave me food every single day which I'm glad for.
John I know you don't even give a shit about me, you always hated me because I was coward and never done something special like you doing every single day. I had no talants or any power to handle this problems in my life like your doing. Don't ever try to lose you talent of artist, I know you can be someone, someone special so be him for me even though you don't love me. I tried, I really did, but I guess this life is not for me. God bless you two and I'm sorry, I'm sorry for everything I've done. Your dear Henry."
I cried. It was already few minutes since I stared in the mirror of my room and looked at myself thinking who terrible person I was. In the end I hoped that I'll see Christ after death. I almost caught myself but suddenly the door opened and John stopped me.