I was going to bed, when I remembered I’m forgetting to feed him. I was exhausted and he wouldn’t die if he misses one meal. But the voices in my head were stronger, so I waked up. His food was ready. He just ate cans, and I can’t understand that. How someone can Only eat from cans? He also had his damn weekly schedule for it. That was Friday night, so he was waiting for the mushroom soup can. Can you imagine this shit? As a dinner? I can’t understand. He was angry about I was late. I apologized, but he was still angry. I left him and never imagined that this, will change my whole life.
I’m kidding! Nothing had changed. My life was as shitty as always. But that night, I figured out something, I have the power! I can stand up against him. That shitty man can’t even go out and buy his stuff. He was absolutely depended on me. I had the power. This was my discovery! And yes, we can say this, that night changed my life somehow.
I started to test this theory. I had to believe in it. I gave his stuff late, since just few seconds to hours. Then I skipped some meals. He was angry but he even didn’t curse. He never bit me. Nothing, just being angry. That was interesting. I never had any thought about that. I just did why they said to me to do, for a damn 3 years.
Yes, he was my beloved brother, but he was a freak. He wasn’t like that when I left the home. 5 years ago, I went to college, and happily left my home town. I never liked this crazy and boring town, with its nut people!
I just back for few holydays and spent my summers on work. I never anything strange during that time. Anyway, one day I had a call. They said Mom and Dad died in a car crash. They left a shitty legacy for me; my weird brother.
I tried to wear a face of joy. I was a good daughter, good sister, good girl, I should look after my strange brother, because I was the only person he had, but what about me? Why I never think about myself. I chose the major that my parents decided for, and about the job too. Now they were under the soil and I was watching this weirdo.
He didn’t want to talk, he was sensitive to certain smells, to lights, to sounds, to anything! I should live as a bloody ghost; without any disturbing for him. I couldn’t go out for a long time. I couldn’t bring anybody in the house, otherwise he was act really hysteric, so I turned to a nun! I just should serve for him.
Though it made me to think a lot a bout myself and my life; why I left everything of my life? I found the reason; I didn’t like that life because that wasn’t for me, but what about this life? Add my legacy too! Why my fellow brothered turned to this psycho shit? He wasn’t like that, as I can remember! He was really normal boy, just 5 years younger than me. What happened to him? hence I started experimenting my theory, and yes, exactly this, changed everything.
Never ever anybody didn’t tell me anything about the curse. I found it by myself, and I paid a significant cost for it.
