Just One More Bite

Maybe I overreacted. I mean, it's not like Mikey was wrong or anything. It's just hard to accept the truth sometimes. Place yourself in my skin, walk around in it, and tell yourself you aren't alive. If that were remotely possible, my brother would see what it's like to doubt your utter existence. To be uncertain, to be different. I feel like spitting the whole thing into his face, but my mouth remains shut.

I watch as his heavy footsteps leave the door, muffling the sounds and distracting me before the door shuts on its own. I sigh and flip through a magazine, not even noticing what was written on the pages. I glance at the cover. Haymarket Lifestyle appears in blocky green letters. Immediately, I shrug and drop it in the trash bin, hearing as it echoes a clunk! sound.

My seat becomes uncomfortable, and I squirm uncontrollably in the dining chair. Maybe a snack from the train station would help my uneasiness. Then again, I wasn't hungry.

I haven't realized how boring life is without an annoying brother nearby. I was only seventeen and I already attended K-12, seven colleges, and nine universities; with (believe it or not) a bunch of free time to hang with Mikes. Immortality is a pain in the neck.

Perhaps I could attend high school again. I never had a good experience with homeschooling, and a real high school experience could be useful in certain situations.

Maybe I could create a new image of myself. Honestly, I was tired of my past. It haunted me with every blink, every breath, every thought; it was always there. I could start a new year, with a brand new perspective. Then, these things I've done would be obscure. Hidden from their eyes. My eyes.

Just like that. Disappear.

Notes

Chapter name from Sleeping With Sirens c:

I hope you guys like where this is going c: