Hello Daniel
Hello Daniel
I could still remember the first time we met
You were 5 and I was six
My father nervously adjusted his lips and posture to introduce us,
I was too young to understand the label “stepbrother”
That was the first hello we shared
Daniel i called out for you
You didn’t answer
i called out once more
You still didn’t answer
Slightly tiptoeing into your room
As if we were playing our regular games,
In a bat of an eye, my two feet no longer played its tiptoeing game,
It no longer dance
They glued themselves on the ground,
Eyes infused with alertness,
My body froze
Blood extracting from your body
Thick blood slowly running through your fingers,
Your body helplessly drowning in your own blood,
My body gave in
The memories we shared were on hold
Memories that will later haunt me
But your body was what traumatized me
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