(Pov godwell)
I slammed my bedroom door so hard that the picture frame hanging on the wall shook.
My breath was short.
My hands were trembling for no reason.
– fuck…
Without thinking, I slammed my fist against the wall.
The impact resonated throughout the room.
A sharp pain shot through my fingers.
– That idiot...
I ran a hand through my sweat-dampened hair before starting to pace back and forth.
I lost my temper again.
Why did he have to show up?
Why did he have to look at him that way?
I pinched my nose and slapped myself.
I gritted my teeth in response.
– Who do you think you are…
She spoiled you too much.
Impolie.
I gave a violent kick to the foot of his bed.
All my life, I've had to fight.
Since you were born.
Who knows why.
Fighting to be noticed.
To fight for what was rightfully mine.
Even now, Mom only has eyes for him.
I was the one who was there, he didn't know anything.
His heir.
At first, he was just a quiet, awkward kid who looked at you with big, deep black eyes.
He was almost incapable of holding a conversation.
I never saw him as a rival; I was the older one, that was obvious.
Why would she have chosen him?
I had friends.
Even today, I have charisma.
Reputation.
In just one year, I had become vice-leader of his class.
The light was finally turned towards me.
It wasn't necessarily the admiration I wanted, but...
Even the teachers had finally remembered his name, so why does my own mother ignore me?
But once again, Heresy had ruined everything.
Without asking for anything.
Without even meaning to.
Today, in the corridors...
He was all anyone was talking about.
"Did you hear that little 6th grader who keeps breaking the rules?"
"Apparently, he beat the assistant principal of his class."
"Are you sure?"
"Apparently, he's the one who controls the pleasure district."
Every time...
It's always the same story.
I was unaware of it at first, but the problem is now right under my nose.
I clenched my fists until I felt her nails dig into my skin.
– You don't even want it...
I murmured.
The voice was almost hoarse.
– You bring bad luck...
So why is it always you we're looking at?
I remain motionless for several seconds.
Then he slowly lets me fall onto the bed.
A shameful thought crossed my mind.
If only I could make it disappear…
Silence engulfed the room.
I was a little afraid of myself, but I still felt there wasn't that much remorse.
No more problems, no more worries.