Just because you hate me

y

days of my entire pathetic, miserable life. My conclusion? It was all just her. Nobody made my blood boil faster than Caria Mirac with her good-girl persona

couldn’t feel my hands anymore. And that’s the feeling I love. Not feeling anything. No emotions. Nada. Just a hollow black hole and me, perf

r than me, from my peripheral, but I didn’t stop. I never stopped.

” Berat announced with an authority, and

house and don’t

i

learly don’t care about,” I muttered between breathy gasps, swe

ou such a douche to her, huh? Y

ds. He never knows when to keep his mouth zipped. “Shut up.” Nobody was allowed to take my suns

ble until he stopped short before me and narrowed his eyes to slits like a very disappointed parent would. “You never are.

looked into Caria’s forest-green eyes with specks of gold in them, I just saw red, ironically. I became a

ry day? Because I sure have lost count. And remind me again, did you ever get an answer the first or the second or the third or the many times after that? Again, I don’t recall

and back but longer on the front. He sighed in exasperation. “F

e about that? Your punctuality

gs from him apparently, since the only two people in this house who sulk for absolutely no reason are him and me, both for our own selfish reasons. My sister, however, seems like a completely

not gonna let go of whatever she apparently did to y

seca

face. “Sure.” And then I shoulder past him, marching towards the d

eep. I shut the door behind me and leaned against it, closing my eyes in pain. I could feel the knuckles torn open, yet couldn’t muster enough strength to peel t

footsteps and tickled my feet. It was new. Everything in this room was new, even the room itself. My family, Allah SWT bless them, were the most cooperative when I lost my sunshine, giving me the entire west of the house and renovating it as an apartment for me. Just so I could escape the demons that haunted me and get out of my so-called dep

act copy of her sister, I was close to losing my temper, and bottling my rage seemed the most challenging thing to do. She was

er let

before the guests arrive. Personally, I don’t mind any of them except Ciara. I actually eve

the bed and plopped dow

k kn

the sound. Not right

out to the person

e and I recoiled. I knew very well why he was here. Berat mus

Dad. C

the door creaked open and Dad entered. His eyes took i

ving again? You never stay when the Mirac’s come for dinner. That’s not good manners, son.” He raked a hand t

nything

. Don’t ask

ime you deserved. It’s been three years now. You have to move on and leave behind this attitude of yours before it also ruins our relati

nt, I was also tenacious. “Dad, I love you, but I can’t abide by

and piercing against the otherwise quiet in the room. Frowning, I took a step in his direction but he

it during breakfast this morning? Am I that lost into my ow

orry about. And don’t dodge my question—” Some more coughing. “—question. If not fo

that still meant I

seem sick to me and now I feel bad.” I might be a callous enem

worth it when I saw a s

ing f