He's standing there. Weak, broken, pathetic. He's not even trying to fight back. He never does. I watch him, fuming silently.
I hate him.
He's just standing there. Why doesn't he move? Why doesn't he hit back? Why does he just let them pummel him?
Gods, I hate him!
I've lost control again. Before thinking, I'm on top of him, straddling his slender waist and pinning him against the dusty ground. He squeals, staring up at me with fearful silver eyes.
"What's the matter with you?" I hiss into his face. "Why don't you do anything? You're just gonna let them hurt you?"
I feel him tremble beneath me.
"I...I can't..."
Fury.
"You can! You're just afraid to! It's because you're weak!"
He's shaking.
"I..."
Pathetic.
"What's the matter with you?"
I strike him across the face, and he cries out. Tears fill his eyes.
"I...I'm sorry!"
Smack!
"'Sorry'! You're always sorry! You say that you're sorry but you never even try to change it! You're pitiful! You're weak and you're useless and you're always in the way!"
Trembling.
"Don't you get it, you idiot? Nobody likes you! Your parents don't love you! Onii-san doesn't love you! Your friends don't care about you! Aniki doesn't love you!"
"B-but...they..."
"They feel sorry for you, because you can't do anything right!"
The tears fall. He's crying. Crying like a child.
I hate him...
I hate him...
"I hate you."
Me.
He's me, and I hate him.
He weeps harder.
"I HATE YOU."
My hands close around his pale neck. Slender and delicate...so easily crushed.
Weak.
"S...stop it...please..." His voice is strained. I tighten my grip.
"I hate you. I HATE YOU!"
Tighter, tighter. I can feel his tiny throat collapsing in my hands, can hear his struggling breaths.
Still breathing...
"Why won't you just die?"
"S...stop..."
"DIE, WILL YOU?"
My fist collides with his face, and a small pair of spectacles skid across the ground, broken. Blood stains his cyan hair.
My face. My glasses. My hair.
"Pl...please...!"
"I want you to die!"
"B-bu...ah!" Choking.
Smack.
I hit him again. I keep hitting him.
Why? Why won't he die?
Blood...there's blood on my hand. He keeps bleeding.
My blood.
Smack.
I feel something crack beneath my fist, but I don't stop hitting.
"I hate you!"
...And Sho awoke, sweating and panting.
He stared up at the underside of the top bunk. He heard it creak as Hayato shifted in it.
Again...
"Sho?"
Jumping slightly, he turned his head on his pillow to face the speaker.
"An...Aniki..."
Judai smiled softly.
"Nightmare?"
"Yeah," he huffed, resting a hand across his eyes.
"You...wanna talk about it?"
Sho said nothing, and Judai understood.
Fin.
Urgh ... I hate angst stories so much, I went and wrote one. Imagine that.
My weirdness coming out in a one-shot, as usual. I'll write a real story eventually. Honest. -cough-