Yes, and he's mad

You hear his hurried steps and you jump on your feet. The door opens ajar just enough to get his head inside.

-What did you say?-.

He's furious. Oh God, he's hating you with every fiber of his soul. You never, ever imagined that one day you would be scared of your own face. His fiery eyes crucify you and they expose your weaknesses.

-I only ask you for one day.- You mumble with your throat withered: -One day, to think about it.-.

-Think about it?- He roars, making you lower your glance: -Don't you understand? I don't want, and I'll never want you! Get that out of your head! No, get you out of her head! I don't have to think about it!!!-.

You sob again, pierced by his every word. You know that this will make him even more enraged, he will see nothing but a monster who uses his sister's beautiful face to deceive him. But the mere awareness that he sees you like this, only this knowledge throws you in the deepest affliction. You don't have the strength to face him.

-Please, they will get angry at me! I don't know how they may react!- You implore.

-So what? They'll hurt you?-.

-Yes! N-No!- You correct yourself: -You have to believe me, we are not what you think we are! Please, big brother, please, I beg you on my knees! If there's a single spot of you that still loves me, a single piece of you that thinks that we've been happy together...!-.

...

-Only... only one day...-.

SLAM

You close your eyes while your hair, blown in the air, returns to its place. You collapse in tears and cry his name, knowing that it will not be of any help, but you can't leave him just like this, you can't live another minute if he hates you like this.

But he wants you to die. He's been unequivocal about this.

You slobber that you're leaving, and you go back to your room. You don't know what to do, you want to break up everything in your reach, tear your hair out, bang your head against the wall for how stupid you have been. Instead, you simply lay down on your bed and bury your despairing head in the sheets.

"I... I need to... to calm down... before they get back... I need... to, to...".

Finally, after a full hour of crying, you roll on your back and stare at the ceiling. Your face has reddened, especially around the eyes. You sniffle and pull out your phone: you have to talk with someone, anyone.

-Tina?- Heather's voice reaches your ears tired and surprised, but relieved too.

-Heather, hey...- You say, trying to calm down and assume a quiet tone.

-Is everything alright?-.

Of course. She knows you, every intonation of your voice.

You move speechlessly your lips for a few seconds, then answer: -Yeah, yeah. I only wanted to say hello. You fine?-.

She pauses, and you're afraid she's sensing that you want to shift the subject.

-Yes, yes I'm ok.- She sighs: -Mommy and Daddy are overloading me with commitments today, but nothing too much heavy.-.

-O-Oh. Then sorry if I'm bothering you...-.

-No, not at all! You're never a bother Tina!- She brightly chuckles, making you smile a bit.

-But... are you sure you're not upset about something? Sorry if I insist, but you sound... nervous.-.

-N-No.- You shake your head. You lack the courage to spill up the truth. And to think that's why you called her; but you don't want to unload that burden on her. She doesn't deserve it.

-You know, it's the usual. With Kim, normal procedures. I gotta go now, good luck with your things.-.

-...Ok then. Goodbye Tina.-.

CLICK

You haven't convinced her, you know that. You only hope that she will be too much busy to care.

"What a petty thought.".

You rest on the mattress, retracing the last two hours of your life.

-What have I done?-.