My sister, Komachi, age 15.
I hate her.
I fucking hate her.
I hate her with a burning passion.
I hate every part of her.
I hate her twinkling eyes.
I hate her beaming smile.
I hate her cute fangs.
I hate her bubbly personality.
I hate the smoothness in her hair.
I hate the softness in her cheeks.
I hate the lightness in her soul.
I hate the beauty in her heart.
I hate her asking me for help with Math.
I hate her preparing meals for me.
I hate her cuddling on a couch with me.
I hate her giving her all for me.
I hate her joy.
I hate her sorrow.
I hate her laughter.
I hate her tears.
I hate her hugging me when things go right.
I hate her crying into my chest when things go wrong.
I hate her for not being able to control her emotions.
I hate her for making me lose control of my emotions.
I hate her love and affection.
I hate her care and concern.
I hate her for no matter how much I hate her, she'll never hate me as much.
I hate her for no matter how much I love her, she'll love me more.
I hate her for her selflessness.
I hate her for loving me just as much as she loved herself.
I hate her for loving me more than she loved herself.
I hate her for jumping in front of a car and pushing me out of harm's way, right at the moment when my life flashed past my eyes and I thought my fate is sealed.
I hate her for lying motionless on the road.
I hate her for bringing forth tears in my eyes, as I watched her lying motionless on the road.
I hate her for reaching up towards my hand, as I reached down towards hers.
I hate her for telling me how much she loved me.
I hate her for not giving me the chance to tell her how much I loved her.
My sister, Komachi, age 15
I hate her.
I absolutely hate her.
No doubt I hate her.
Till the end of time, I will hate her.
In fact, I can't help it but hate her.
So why am I crying?