Lance Louise, epi-2

I woke up from my deep sleep, the previous cold I felt warmer then I expected…

“Brother?” I said, looking at his sleeping figure. He was sleeping. The oh so tall figure I always saw from a distance was sleeping on the chair beside my bed, for a moment I thought, (does he love me now? Will we start over? Will be finally normal like other siblings?) but those itself made my stomach turn. I… blamed myself for my parents' death, as my brother hated me, but I never thought my brother would hate me for the same reason.

The once very loving brother hated me to the point he refused even seeing me, let alone eating lunch or dinner with me. I wasn't allowed to funeral gatherings even, mourning was far from reach, I could only see my parents face in my phone or when my brother wasn't around grieving every day as I remember them.

From the rustling sound, my brother woke up I thought (maybe he is a light sleeper) learning something new about him gave me joy.

“Brother…” I said looking towards his troubled face, unable to grasp the emotion, was it confusion?or conflict.

Once again his icy image came to my heart, distant… and cold… as I thought these things I felt him moving around and saw him getting up from the old wooden chair, the one our parents had gifted me when I was small.

“Don't move” his low yet cold and clear voice almost made me trembled, trying to fight the reflex reaction I dare not move in front of him.

He went and called for the family doctor. As the doctor did the checkup and told nothing was wrong with me, my brother didn't bother giving me a second glance before moving away to god knows where.

None… I say none, only I saw his face, the glare he gave me before leaving the room was terrifying, as if it's telling me to stay the hell away from him. The cold and distant look telling me I was a bother, I immediately wanted to run away far from here, but my body wasn't in a condition where I could run around, and definitely not alone.

I never understood why my brother hated me so much?why? What did I do? I agree that I may be the reason, but not the cause, of that incident. I only insisted as a 9-year-old to go out on my birthday, if I knew something this terrible would have happened I wouldn't have ever celebrated my birthday.

That was the last day I saw my brother, before it was just him plane right, avoiding me. But this time, I didn't even have a glance of him. I guess he doesn't even want to bother himself by seeing my face, I am 15 right now, and he is 26,quite an age gap right? I thought so, too. They wanted to have a daughter after my brother, but had a hard time conceive cause of medical issue. But after all that, when they gave up, I was miraculously born. When they were least expecting me, I appeared. And a girl at that, it was like a dream come true for them, but who knew I would be the cause of their death?

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