Hurting For A Very Hurtful Pain

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W҉h҉a҉t҉'҉s҉ ҉H҉u҉r҉t҉i҉n҉g҉ ҉M҉e҉?҉

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There are things in life I can't seem to figure out.

I don't understand how it is that I can cause so much pain to others, while still inflicting harm to myself....

Why is this?

Am I truly as painful as they say?

I could only wonder...

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I awake to a sharp jab on the the side of my chest as always. Ichimatsu, my little brother, had most definitely made a half assed attempt at waking me by kicking again. Not that I'm complaining. No one has the time for waking me me. The forgotten brother...

My name is Karamatsu Matsuno. My brother's and I are twenty something year old sextuplets. Though our parents had high hopes for us, we ended up like this. Useless and Jobless NEETS.

However, it isn't all bad. We get to do what we want when we want.

~ January 3rd 9:00 AM~

Another morning spent up top my favourite spot in the house. The roof. I strummed mindless noise on my guitar as I looked down at the streets coated in thick snow. It was truly beautiful. Feeling the rough strings against my fingertips somehow calmed my mind from its regular chaos.

I looked up at the sky, a small smile spread across my face as my breaths fogged in the chilly morning air. There was just something about these particular mornings. Something so very comforting. As if it was the worlds silent way of reminding me to relax.

The only thing that could make the moment perfect would be if frost hadn't been soaking into my precious hoodie making it damp. Sending chills down my body.

My bruised side began to throb with pain once more. A harsh reminder that I'd have to return inside to face the day. To face them.

I sighed desperate for one last moment of peace. However, I knew it was time. Reluctantly, I walked downstairs resting my guitar next to the bookshelf.

"Ah, Good morning my Bru-" Unsurprisingly enough, the bedroom was empty.

My smile dropped.

~ 10:00 AM~

I find that whenever I'm home alone I often check the door more than I should. Resembling some kind of pathetically eager dog who's useless without its care takers.

Sooner or later one of my five brothers would be coming through it from who knows where.

I waited. Finding myself more than eager to hear  what stories they had to tell at the table. Even if I couldn't be part of the conversation, it always made my day to see my brother's so happy with one another.

~ 11:00 AM~

First one home today was Ichimatsu. He likely was feeding his cat friends again.

"Ah, welcome home bruzza~" I greeted slipping on my shades.

I was greeted by a cold glare and Ichimatsu storming away. No surprises here.

I sighed removing the sunglasses. Peering down into their dark exterior. The cool guy act used to always work. Back when we were kids, I could often make my brothers laugh or feel better about their day by acting so...