Silent Misery

By SugarHighNutcase

First off: thanks to all who reviewed my other story, Welcome to the Warmth. I really appreciate it, guys! Reviews help an author so much, so thank you again. This story will probably be a two-chapter fic. I got the idea for Chap. Two during my English class, developed it during my history class, and was all set to write it when the idea for Chap. One came just now during dinner. Enjoy!

Chapter One

You were perfect.

No. Excuse me. You are perfect.

It's true. You were always the one who was praised. You were everything, you were seemingly flawless, you were brilliant in every way.

Peter's such a gentleman. Peter's so smart, just look at his wonderful grades. Peter is such a handsome young man. Peter is a great leader.

And me?

Edmund, I expect better of you, Peter was never this way at your age. Edmund, you better get your grades up; Peter gets perfect marks, Ed, can't you at least try? Ed, can't you be responsible? Peter always did the right thing; why can't you?

You didn't help at all. If anything, you made things worse.

Ed, get out of the way, you can't do it right, you'll just ruin it. Edmund, stop being an idiot.

And so I'd be shunned to the side, watching in silent misery.

You're perfect, Peter. You got all the attention, all the praise, all the friends, all the admiration.

That last one, Peter? That came from me.

I just wanted something in return from you. You are my brother, my perfect brother, and all I ever wanted from you was a simple Excellent job, Ed, good work.

No "I'm so proud of you"s for Edmund. Not ever.

You got it all, Peter. I just watched in silent misery.

So here I am, Peter. Sitting here, in this cold, miserable place, and I'm thinking of you. I just wanted something. Something to let me know you cared. Obviously, you don't, and if the fact that I'm sitting in this cruel, cold place while you're out there, having a great time with our sisters doesn't prove it, then I don't know what will.

You don't even care I'm stuck here, sitting in my silent misery and self-pity.

I suppose I deserve that. After all, I will never live up to your standards. I will never be anywhere near as good as you; I'm a huge disappointment to everyone.

Maybe the world would be better off without me.

I am an evil brat. That's what you tell me nearly every day of my life. In the end, I guess I'll just rot here, unwanted and unloved by the world. By you.

I'll just rot here, sitting in silent misery.