Almond
"Bad news dude, he's coming!" Pistachio panics. "Who?" I ask.
"Brad!" He screams as if its the most obvious thing in the world. I wonder if it is a sibling problem or something. I've never experienced guilt or solitude towards my sibling, Peanut. I don't mention him because he's dead. Leukemia, age 4. Leukemia is a blood problem: "aka blood cancer"
My dad died even before Peanut did, mom left us for her highschool boyfriend. Who do I live with? My aunt. Mom sends us packages every week, but i dont bother opening them. Or even throw them in the bin.
"Earth to Almond!" Pistachio snaps.
I grin. I'm 17 now, it's been so long since my family was torn apart. I suddenly feel liquid stain my eyes. I immediately rub it off.
"Are you crying!?" He asks. I slap him on his back. "Ouch"
Pain isn't voluntary, it isn't involuntary either. It's in between. In between the mind and heart.
You choose to endure it or leave it. In my case, I endured it. The pain, the hard damn staining pain.
Nobody can stitch back the hole pain has engraved. It will be there forever. One can only seize hole and live with it. "Those who are Popular, happy, uncaring? They've experienced worse pain than I do, but I still feel the pain.
When Pistachio complains on his brother, inititive to smack is obtained.
"Dude?" Pistachio mumbles.
"What?" I ask.
"Fuck!" I scream. "We're 15 minutes late for Literature!"
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*Most writers put parts of themselves in their story*
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