Just a short oneshot...hope you enjoy.
Always the sidekick. I'm never the big star. Always living in my sisters shadow. She thinks shes so much better because she's eight minutes older. Every time we meet family they ask, "So which show is Sharpay going to be in this year?" and I tell them what WE are in. And they always say, "I'm sure she'll do wonderful. So will you Ryan."
I'm so sick of it. I'm sick of it all dammit! Watch, no one will care if I die. Not a single goddamn person is going to give a shit. No one will ever ask, "Where's Ryan?" No one! And if they do notice it'll be something like, "Sharpay you seem different.." only cause I'm not tagging along.
Ryan's hand got so shaky he couldn't continue to write anymore, tears splashing down his cheeks. He choked on tears. He was alone at home with his sister who was probably admiring herself in the mirror, or chatting online. Ryan grabbed a small box from under his bed, inside was a cushion for a ring, he lifted it, eyeing two boxcar razors. He gingerly picked one up. Bleed to death. At least the maid would notice him, I mean who else would clean up his dead body and the carpet around it covered in blood.
He took a deep breath and pressed the metal into his soft flesh, he shut his eyes, more tears escaping, and pressed deeper, it hurt, and he felt it penetrate each layer of flesh, and rip through veins. Warm, crimson liquid spilled out, dripping down. He shook more. "Ryan?" Ryan froze, he turned around and in shock ripped the razor out, crying out in pain. Sharpay stood there, eyes wide. She saw the blood, then ran to him. "What the hell are you doing Ryan!?" "Why do you care Sharpay?" He asked quietly. "Cause you're my brother you idiot! Now what are you doing!?" His voice shook terribly. "I don't wanna be here anymore..." Sharpay lowered her voice. "Why?" "Why do you care Sharpay?" He asked again. "You've got everything you want. A family that notices you. You're a fucking star. I'm just a fucking sidekick." Sharpay had tears in her eyes. "You do have a family. Me. And your not a sidekick Ryan. You're my partner. But if guys went around saying your hot...rumors might get started." She laughed at her own joke meekly. Ryan looked up at her. "I guess its obvoius I don't tell you how much I love ya huh? Or how much you mean to me..." She said, pulling her brother into a hug, not minding the small amount of blood now on her new $120 jeans. Ryan was shocked. "Lets get you cleaned up." She said softly to him.
Ok, my random emo one-shot has now ended, you can all go back to your make believe worlds of joy now.
Love, Jeffrei Star