Lovino sat in his room, looking out the window at the rainy field. Feliciano, his younger brother, was over at his friend's house again, leaving him alone and bored. The sky was dark and clouded over. He sighed and let his thoughts wander. His younger brother always asked him why he was such an angry person.
"Why am I angry all the time?" He asked himself out loud. Lovino shook his head. He could try to write it out. Talking wouldn't do anything, he would just end up frustrated. Lovino walked across the room and sat down at his desk, reaching for a piece of paper and a pencil.
Dear Feli... He paused and thought for a minute, resting his chin on his open palm.
Dear Feli,
You always wanted to know why I always yell at people, why I'm always grumpy, and why I swear at people and call people names. So I wrote this letter to you to tell you why. I was afraid if I talked to you I would just end up yelling. So here you go. Everyone always judges me. Always calls me names and assumes things about me without even knowing me very well. "You're a jerk." "Why do you use Incognito windows?" "I heard you hate this one person at school." "Why don't you text this person? You hate them, don't you?" "Why don't you want to hang out with such and such person?" "Let's invite _ over! You like them, right?" "You aren't just going to sit in your room again all day!" Well, maybe I'm not a jerk. Maybe I like Incognito because I can actually get to my favorites from there. Maybe I don't hate that person. Maybe I just don't want to text them. What if I don't want to hang out with that person? Maybe I don't want to invite that person because I don't really get along with them. All these times over the years, even from when we were little, I felt like everyone judged me. And I still feel that way. I don't judge other people. I don't know what I did to deserve this. I bet I did something horrible without even realizing it. So whatever it was, I'm sorry. Just stop. Leave me alone. I can't talk to anyone without getting angry anymore. Everyone infuriates me, even you sometimes. I can't stand it anymore. Just leave me alone. That's why I stay in my room all day. Because when I'm alone, I don't get accused.
Sorry for all the trouble I've put you through,
Lovino
He sighed, realizing how much of what he had written was true. He put the piece of paper in an envelope, walked across the hall, and put it on his younger brother's bed. Slowly, Lovino made his way back to his room and sat down in his desk chair. He rested his chin in his hand again, and resumed his staring out the window.