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Arthur Weissmann
Location: Mossdeep City
In a Distant Past
Location: Mossdeep City
In a Distant Past
Chapter 3 - 3
My Sister, Elaine
My Sister, Elaine
Why does she have a healthy body while I don't?
Why does she gets all the praise while all I get was scorn?
Why does she looks attractive while I look miserable?
Why does she have a lot of friends while I have no one?
Why does she able to laugh while I have to constantly scream in pain?
Why does she has so many high hopes put on her while I have none?
Why does she have to exist?
Why?
Why!?
WHY!?
...I wish my sister would cease to exist.
That was all the feeling I could feel during my early childhood.
She came suddenly into my small family as my father's eldest sibling suddenly passed away while I was 7, just a few months after my own mother had passed from illness. Her mother was long gone after the divorce from her father, and so after much deliberation, she was adopted into our household.
She always had an annoying smile plastered on her face at every single moment. No matter how many times I tried to ruin it, the lips on her porcelain-like skin never turned upside down like I was hoping it would be.
Her fake-looking smile made me want to vomit blood even more than I did at the time.
Every time I was able to barely pull out all the strength I had to drag myself outside, all I could hear was praises about my sister. How she could finally succeed my grandfather's legacy while all I could hear about me was how I was responsible for my mother's deteriorating condition that led to her passing away early.
'Cursed child' they said. No matter who it was, both children and adults seemed to look at me and my white hair with either the gaze of pity or fear. No one would want to become my friend or look at me like a normal human.
It brought so much pain into my life. It's all her fault, if only she wasn't here… Everything would've been different.
I wouldn't have to deal with all of this.
My father would've looked at me differently.
And the one that would've inherited grandfather's legacy would be me.
My life, my hopes, and my dreams. She stole it all without any hesitation.
All I could feel was sheer disgust and hatred against the girl that had come uninvited into my life. Yet all I got when I confront her was always a weak answer of 'sorry'.
And so I made it my life goal to steal away her dream. The professional Trainer circuit she watched with glee every single day on the television? If she stepped on it, I would beat her so hard there that she would regret to ever try and dream about being a professional trainer.
One day, I could hear her inside my father's room as he yelled against her.
Serves her right, I thought.
But the next day, I was in for some rude awakening. My father was so mad at me that he yelled so hard that even our neighbor knocked on our front door to check what was happening. He wanted me to say sorry to my sister for everything I've done against her, but I refused to do something even remotely close to that which led to my father getting even angrier against me.
I was grounded inside my room to reflect on my actions and indeed I had an epiphany inside the room, but just not what my father expected.
The only one who cared about me is myself. Even if grandpa showed affection to me, he doesn't care enough to do something about Eli. And so, it was time for me to go out from here and make them regret how they treated me… Even if had to die trying.
I snuck out from the house when the right time arrived.
I dragged my limping body as I traversed the road shined upon by the moonlight.
No matter how much I panted, no matter how much my body screamed to stop, no matter how many droplets of blood trickled down my pale skin, all I could think of was going away where none of them could ever find me.
And I found myself ending up in the outskirt of a small forest before I finally tumbled down as my frail body had no more strength to soldier on. And no long after, I could hear a hissing voice came from a purple snake Pokemon which seemed to be very eager to gobble me whole.
At this point, I couldn't help but to curse my own luck. However, all I hoped at that moment was that every single one of my family to live with the guilt of letting me die. Yet even this couldn't stop me from shaking as the snake Pokemon slowly slithered towards me while hissing menacingly.
Never in a million years I ever thought that the thing that would save my life was a pink bicycle ramming against the Cobra Pokemon at high speed. I recognize that bicycle pretty quickly, especially since it was the main transportation of the person I hated the most.
The said person came to aid me, but I screamed and struggled as she tried to carry me away from the place and told her that she should leave me to die just like how she wanted me to. Only to be met by a sad smile as she realized that the Arbok already recovered and was about to lunge at us.
She put her back towards the Arbok as she tried to shield me from it. And even under that situation all she did was smiling softly as if she was trying to tell me that everything would be alright.
Thankfully grandpa and his Metagross managed to intercept the Arbok and chased it away from us before everything went South.
That night was a long night where all of us including father poured out what they thought about our current living situation.
I was an idiot.
My sister didn't deserve the treatment I gave her.
I didn't even realize the fact that she had the chance to ask father so she could go to a Trainer School and yet she discarded the chance to chase her dream so she could take care of a walking annoying baggage that was me.
My eyes were opened to how blind I was to her suffering and so I cried myself to sleep filled with regret.
The next day, I firmly decided that I was going to make up something for my sister as a token of my apology. And not long after I mulled about it, I realized that her birthday was tomorrow.
I never bought her a present even once without having father forced me to. And so when I remembered that a TV show anchor said that a homemade present was more desirable to some people, I knew I had to do just that.
My sister often tended to the roses our family grew in the backyard. And so I decided to find something that was related to it, something that wasn't so complex yet was good enough for her. And after looking through the internet for the right stuff, I found a video instruction on how to make a rose-shaped brooch.
Not wasting any time, I used grandpa's nap time to take some money away from his wallet. I didn't care if I was going to be reprimanded afterward, what's important was that I had to act quickly if I want to make this gift before her birthday tomorrow.
And so I pushed myself towards the nearest craft store. I couldn't care less about people who glared at me with weird looks, all I could think of was buying the stuff I need as quickly as possible before Eli realized that I was not at home.
When the night-time came I decided to start making it while everyone else was asleep. However, using a glue gun wasn't something as easy as I expected as I accidentally burned my hand with the scalding hot glue.
I continued to work on the flower brooch only to be scalded once again, yet I couldn't stop… No matter how long it was, no matter how hurt it was to get burned by the molten glue, I just wanted to see my sister genuinely smiled because of me for once.
The dawn of the next day came and it was time to present her gift. I peeked out from my room and as soon as I realized that she was awake, I quickly showed her the best brooch I made after a lot of trials and error hoping that she would be happy seeing it.
Yet all she showed at that moment was a look of horror.
I was looking horrified at her reaction.
Is my gift won't be used by her?
Is my gift looks too shabby?
Is my gift is a bad one?
Or…
Does she hate me so much that she was horrified at the fact I gave her a gift?
The last thought caused me to bawl my eyes and scream loudly in despair.
Eli hugged me tightly and told me that she was horrified seeing my hand, which was red, swollen, and full of burn marks and dried glue.
Yet even she was unable to stop the tears in her eyes to trickle down, causing both of us to cry while causing both grandpa and father to look at us with confusion as they rushed out of their room.
Ever since then, we were almost inseparable during my childhood. Mostly because I didn't want to get away from her even for a moment.
Her hug gave me comfort, and her smile gave me the energy to power through the painful medical procedures I had to go through to help me recover my health. Even when grandpa passed away, she always tried her best to help me so I could walk forward.
And so...
Elaine,
The girl with the most beautiful smile in the world.
The girl with the sweetest voice in the world.
The most patient girl in the world.
The kindest girl in the world.
Thank you for being the best sister ever.
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Why does she gets all the praise while all I get was scorn?
Why does she looks attractive while I look miserable?
Why does she have a lot of friends while I have no one?
Why does she able to laugh while I have to constantly scream in pain?
Why does she has so many high hopes put on her while I have none?
Why does she have to exist?
Why?
Why!?
WHY!?
...I wish my sister would cease to exist.
That was all the feeling I could feel during my early childhood.
She came suddenly into my small family as my father's eldest sibling suddenly passed away while I was 7, just a few months after my own mother had passed from illness. Her mother was long gone after the divorce from her father, and so after much deliberation, she was adopted into our household.
She always had an annoying smile plastered on her face at every single moment. No matter how many times I tried to ruin it, the lips on her porcelain-like skin never turned upside down like I was hoping it would be.
Her fake-looking smile made me want to vomit blood even more than I did at the time.
Every time I was able to barely pull out all the strength I had to drag myself outside, all I could hear was praises about my sister. How she could finally succeed my grandfather's legacy while all I could hear about me was how I was responsible for my mother's deteriorating condition that led to her passing away early.
'Cursed child' they said. No matter who it was, both children and adults seemed to look at me and my white hair with either the gaze of pity or fear. No one would want to become my friend or look at me like a normal human.
It brought so much pain into my life. It's all her fault, if only she wasn't here… Everything would've been different.
I wouldn't have to deal with all of this.
My father would've looked at me differently.
And the one that would've inherited grandfather's legacy would be me.
My life, my hopes, and my dreams. She stole it all without any hesitation.
All I could feel was sheer disgust and hatred against the girl that had come uninvited into my life. Yet all I got when I confront her was always a weak answer of 'sorry'.
And so I made it my life goal to steal away her dream. The professional Trainer circuit she watched with glee every single day on the television? If she stepped on it, I would beat her so hard there that she would regret to ever try and dream about being a professional trainer.
One day, I could hear her inside my father's room as he yelled against her.
Serves her right, I thought.
But the next day, I was in for some rude awakening. My father was so mad at me that he yelled so hard that even our neighbor knocked on our front door to check what was happening. He wanted me to say sorry to my sister for everything I've done against her, but I refused to do something even remotely close to that which led to my father getting even angrier against me.
I was grounded inside my room to reflect on my actions and indeed I had an epiphany inside the room, but just not what my father expected.
The only one who cared about me is myself. Even if grandpa showed affection to me, he doesn't care enough to do something about Eli. And so, it was time for me to go out from here and make them regret how they treated me… Even if had to die trying.
I snuck out from the house when the right time arrived.
I dragged my limping body as I traversed the road shined upon by the moonlight.
No matter how much I panted, no matter how much my body screamed to stop, no matter how many droplets of blood trickled down my pale skin, all I could think of was going away where none of them could ever find me.
And I found myself ending up in the outskirt of a small forest before I finally tumbled down as my frail body had no more strength to soldier on. And no long after, I could hear a hissing voice came from a purple snake Pokemon which seemed to be very eager to gobble me whole.
At this point, I couldn't help but to curse my own luck. However, all I hoped at that moment was that every single one of my family to live with the guilt of letting me die. Yet even this couldn't stop me from shaking as the snake Pokemon slowly slithered towards me while hissing menacingly.
Never in a million years I ever thought that the thing that would save my life was a pink bicycle ramming against the Cobra Pokemon at high speed. I recognize that bicycle pretty quickly, especially since it was the main transportation of the person I hated the most.
The said person came to aid me, but I screamed and struggled as she tried to carry me away from the place and told her that she should leave me to die just like how she wanted me to. Only to be met by a sad smile as she realized that the Arbok already recovered and was about to lunge at us.
She put her back towards the Arbok as she tried to shield me from it. And even under that situation all she did was smiling softly as if she was trying to tell me that everything would be alright.
Thankfully grandpa and his Metagross managed to intercept the Arbok and chased it away from us before everything went South.
That night was a long night where all of us including father poured out what they thought about our current living situation.
I was an idiot.
My sister didn't deserve the treatment I gave her.
I didn't even realize the fact that she had the chance to ask father so she could go to a Trainer School and yet she discarded the chance to chase her dream so she could take care of a walking annoying baggage that was me.
My eyes were opened to how blind I was to her suffering and so I cried myself to sleep filled with regret.
The next day, I firmly decided that I was going to make up something for my sister as a token of my apology. And not long after I mulled about it, I realized that her birthday was tomorrow.
I never bought her a present even once without having father forced me to. And so when I remembered that a TV show anchor said that a homemade present was more desirable to some people, I knew I had to do just that.
My sister often tended to the roses our family grew in the backyard. And so I decided to find something that was related to it, something that wasn't so complex yet was good enough for her. And after looking through the internet for the right stuff, I found a video instruction on how to make a rose-shaped brooch.
Not wasting any time, I used grandpa's nap time to take some money away from his wallet. I didn't care if I was going to be reprimanded afterward, what's important was that I had to act quickly if I want to make this gift before her birthday tomorrow.
And so I pushed myself towards the nearest craft store. I couldn't care less about people who glared at me with weird looks, all I could think of was buying the stuff I need as quickly as possible before Eli realized that I was not at home.
When the night-time came I decided to start making it while everyone else was asleep. However, using a glue gun wasn't something as easy as I expected as I accidentally burned my hand with the scalding hot glue.
I continued to work on the flower brooch only to be scalded once again, yet I couldn't stop… No matter how long it was, no matter how hurt it was to get burned by the molten glue, I just wanted to see my sister genuinely smiled because of me for once.
The dawn of the next day came and it was time to present her gift. I peeked out from my room and as soon as I realized that she was awake, I quickly showed her the best brooch I made after a lot of trials and error hoping that she would be happy seeing it.
Yet all she showed at that moment was a look of horror.
I was looking horrified at her reaction.
Is my gift won't be used by her?
Is my gift looks too shabby?
Is my gift is a bad one?
Or…
Does she hate me so much that she was horrified at the fact I gave her a gift?
The last thought caused me to bawl my eyes and scream loudly in despair.
Eli hugged me tightly and told me that she was horrified seeing my hand, which was red, swollen, and full of burn marks and dried glue.
Yet even she was unable to stop the tears in her eyes to trickle down, causing both of us to cry while causing both grandpa and father to look at us with confusion as they rushed out of their room.
Ever since then, we were almost inseparable during my childhood. Mostly because I didn't want to get away from her even for a moment.
Her hug gave me comfort, and her smile gave me the energy to power through the painful medical procedures I had to go through to help me recover my health. Even when grandpa passed away, she always tried her best to help me so I could walk forward.
And so...
Elaine,
The girl with the most beautiful smile in the world.
The girl with the sweetest voice in the world.
The most patient girl in the world.
The kindest girl in the world.
Thank you for being the best sister ever.