Sometimes I hate Sam for having the good life; for being the lucky one of us. Dad's favourite. The braver one, the saner one… the better one, altogether.
Every once in a while it becomes too much. And I hate him so much that I want to smack him down. Not just in a playful way, not just a punch.
I want to hurt him.
Really hurt him.
Badly.
Maybe it'd make him see more clearly? Maybe that way he'd understand how I feel.
But I fucking love Sam.
I'll always love my Sammy.