Chapter 1
This tale started the day it all went wrong- the day I was born on- 4th of July...ironically it was the day everyone else celebrated their independence but I was the only one caged.
My parents say that I was born upside down:- yeah... my head was where my legs were supposed to be and my legs were where my head was supposed to be..
Since then...MY WHOLE LIFE HAD BEEN- UPSIDE DOWN.
They say the moment my mother saw my face for the first time.. she looked up at the hospital ceiling- praying for a SON in her next attempt.. Sounds sad?? It did to me too when I got to know about it the first time...but if I knew how my life was going to be..I would have wished that too..
So eventually, she conceived my little brother when I was just starting to get something called 'Memory' in that tiny brain of mine.. So I don't remember that unshared love I got..I even doubt that if I got any of it..
My first memory?? A soft, fragile human being- a baby given into my arms in a hospital like environment.. that was my little brother Peter.
If I had known how he was gonna turn in the coming future.. I would have dropped him then and there from my arms - he is a pain in the ass now..
HE STOLE MY EVERYTHING- THE LOVE, THE CARE , THE SOFTNESS OF THE HAND OF A GUARDIAN..EVERYTHING THAT WAS MEANT TO BE MINE..WAS EVENTUALLY HIS..
“Papa I want a remote control car”
“Peter will get it”
“I also want to wear comfy t-shirts..these frocks are so tight.”
“T-shirts are for Peter”
“I also want a T.V. time in the evening”
“Peter wants to watch it.. if you don't let him , he will cry.. So, let him have the T.V.”
“My grades are getting better- can we plan the trip to Disneyland now? please?”
“No Melissa, Peter doesn't like it there”
PETER PETER PETER PETER!!!!!
Honestly, at some point I thought my name had been legally changed to ‘not Peter.’
Funny thing is... I don't exactly hate him...I just hated the fact that I was made feel that way..
If needed.. I would have willingly traded myself off for his life.. it was just the messed up relation we both had.
A three year age gap and a lots of fights filling it.
And he wasn't that innocent someone could guess by his plump face- he used to hurt himself while playing intentionally just to blame it on me.. ugh!!
Well.. I can go all day long.. talking about his deeds, but I will have to respect the time of the person reading it.. as time of the living is really precious... I hope the ones who still breathe get it sooner.
But of course he is in most part of my life... till he got all distant from me..
I was bullied in my early school day because of him- he was the tiny cute boy in his class, and a girl from my class used to tease him.
Once she plucked his hair out from his scalp.. he cried a lot but never told our parents as his big sister- Me; took matter in my own hands.
I shoved the girl's face hard over her own wooden bench.. blood dropped a little from her nose.. to which I said- “Oh..I thought your head will bleed- wanted to see your hairs dyed red.”
Um..yeah- I was really in a mood to fight that day for my little brother.. but unfortunately it backfired..
That is when I started getting bullied- apparently that girl had a big brother...
The rest is history~
Okay okay fine... I won't skip this part just like this..
He made me bring lunch for him from the cafeteria every- single- day till he graduated elementary school.
He also made me clean his and his friend's shoes after they played in the playground.
And he also made do his homework- which was pretty much just copying from his friends' notebooks.
And I just couldn't tell my parents because I knew they just won't listen my part... they will just punish me more for fighting with that girl.
Also- how could that girl be forgotten- she used her brother's name to get her homework done too by me..
And slowly.. by time... I lost my confidence.. became an introvert while also being the nerd who just studies to get her parent's attention a little and obeys everyone in school just to get a moment to breathe..
And what was Peter's reaction to all of this?
Nothing.
Exactly...NOTHING.
I couldn't expect more from him...
He continued his life happy with his silky hairs he loved.
As he excelled academically, getting all the love at home.. I barely managed to balance it all in silence- with scores that didn't receive a single smile..
I wasn't dumb exactly...I just never touched 95% and above like Peter.
My whole year of struggle in studies gave even less than his 1 week before exam study session.. “God gifted child” they used to say. And me? ..I was just the- other child.
I think if I disappeared back then… my bullies would’ve noticed before my family did.
Well- if I could get a chance now to live again but freeze time just there... I would.
Because what was coming ahead in my life.. was not at all something I was ready for.
