Disclaimer: I don't own "Heroes"
Who ever said that a big brother was someone you trusted, looked up to, confided in with your inner deep secrets hasn't met Nathan.
To save his stinking ass, he would say just about anything. I mean anything. I've never once thought of ever ending my life. I never thought he could have stooped that low to publicly announce I attempted suicide. At times, I've thought of killing him, but, never myself. If it weren't for those goons of his, I probably could have killed him. I would have killed him.
Doesn't he know what he's done to me inside? He's shattered my heart into a million pieces. He's never been proud of me. He's never cared or loved anyone but himself. He's a snake, a slime, a weasel all rolled up in one. I'm tired of everyone looking at me like his little runt of a brother hiding behind his shadow. I'm my own person. I'm proud of what I am, what I've accomplished. But, in his eyes, I'm nothing but a total embarrassment to him.
I've often wondered what his thoughts and feelings are. Probably concocting another one of his dirty schemes, I suppose. To my successful big brother who's running for Congress, "GO TO HELL". I'm sure you'll find a lot of your friends down there.
The End