The things I'll think of

My Brother

GamerPro680 I'm sorry if you're reading this. I need to let my feelings out. Please, forgive me.
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I'm always home with my brother. We both end with 'y'. We both have the letters 'e' and 'm' in our names. Yet, no matter how much I tried to show how much I cared, loved, and admired him, he always turned his back on me.

It was like I wasn't there. It was like a bad dream. I couldn't get myself to wake up. Every time he looked at me, it felt like he was trying to study me. Sometimes I felt like he didn't think of me as his sister.

I know it's a silly thought, I always just thought it.

He's constantly annoying me, constantly abusing my head, constantly telling me to 'grow up' when he can't handle his responsibilities like the teenager he is. It's like he doesn't think I'm human.

Sometimes, I snap at him.

Sometimes...

Not always...

I yell, I scream, I try to get him to understand me.

No matter how hard I try, he turns his back and walks away on his phone, laptop, 3DS, or whatever he has. He just walks away.

I try to reach out, even when he walks away, but I always fail.

He's like a door, a large steel door with bolts the size of dinner plates and a lock the size of my hand.

Every time I knock, I get a growl as an answer.

Everytime I try to open the door, I get a bite or a scratch as a welcome.

Now, now I just get a 'whatever' or 'I don't care' as an answer.

My brother is like a door.

You have no idea who's going to answer.