Human nature is evil itself. humans are a creature who only know greed and destroy everything they get their hands on, they don't know when to put a stop to their greed. it's hard for one to be kind but very easy to be malicious. they forcibly impose their will on others by violence and hurt them with their actions. I know many of these evil creatures but the worst of them is my sister.

I am Austin, just an ordinary 21-year young man with no dreams or aspirations. oh did I mention that I have no special talents or skills that may set me apart from others? even in school, I was just plain average but let's talk about this later because now the main focus is on my sister.

my sister is vastly different from the ordinary me. a genius who has graduated from a top university on a full-time scholarship. Whether it be sports or academics everything is just a piece of cake for her. she made me realize that people are not born equal, they can never be equal. my sister's name is Myra and from the moment I was born, she has always overshadowed me.  I am always compared to her no matter how much I try I am always a failure .she is a person who is always respected by everyone around her whereas I am looked down on by everyone .my parents never gave much attention to me as their all of focus was on my sister, maybe for them, I was even a burden.

Everyone that knew my sister thought of her as some kind-hearted goddess but what kind of goddess blackmails her brother? my sister has always blackmailed me with my dark history and made me do all my choirs. I mean who doesn't have some kind of dark history when they were young? I mean everyone has some kind of embarrassing past. the worst thing is I don't even know what past she is talking about as I had a lot of embarrassing moments in my life.

I still remember how she always teased me from when I was young and no one believes me .for my parents she is some kind of incarnation of a goddess so there is no way they would ever believe me. my sister is someone who even dumps otome games to me to play for her. I mean how can someone be so lazy and if she likes those stupid games she should clear them herself.

this self-centered sister of mine has just called me to visit her right now and in her words, it's not a request but an order so while I was rambling bad things about her I visited her.

So the reason she wanted me to visit her at night was that she was going to watch a super scary movie and by the end of the day no matter how she acted she didn't even have the guts to watch a movie alone.

oh, sister no matter how you act you are really useless without me.

the thing about my sister is she is useless at household work. she can't cook, clean, or even wash her clothes herself. everything is done by the great me. sometimes I wonder how others would look at her if they get to see this ugly side of her but then I realize there is a reason she keeps this perfect fake act around her.

she might be some kind of genius but at the end of the day, she won't survive a day without me. the truth is my sister is really stupid and don't get me wrong I am not saying in anger or even jealousy. she being stupid is a fact defined as the law of gravity.

well, you might think that everything I am saying is because of jealousy but I am not. she might look smart as she can blackmail me but the truth is I just let her do as she wants because the lessons I have learned from the past is that if I don't protect her she will hurt herself.

A normal person would definitely hate his sibling because of hogging all the attention from not only his parents but everyone but I never really cared. Even though I say I am the epitome of the definition of ordinary there are some aspects of me that are not normal.

I had been thinking all these things while walking to her home. my eyes are really drowsy and my head hurt, even my chest feels congested. I had been preparing for my project for several days  and I had not slept for several days.

My head really hurts and everything around me feels blurry, I keep moving forward using all of my strength as my body trembles in the cold wind. It's winter and I am not wearing clothes that can keep me away from the seasonal cold, I don't know how long I had kept walking but I finally reached my destination. I stand in front of her apartment and look at the door that looked just new, unlike my door which had rust marks on it.

I ring the bell.

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ding-dong.

ding-dong.

I rang her bell many times but no comes and I am literally not surprised, I mean for someone like her she might have gone listening to songs while forgetting that she had invited me.

Oh poor me.

It was eleven at night and the street light near her apartment was very dim, most likely even though the apartment of her was new but the place she selected to live was not very good.

"Is he here to steal "

"He might be her lover"

"They might be just family"

I could hear people whisper outside the door of the next apartment. It looks like people's habit of gossiping never changes, They always twist the image of others as they want without considering how it affects the other person. Never considering or thinking of the harm they cause to an innocent party.

Listening to these talks made me remember some unpleasant memories of the past that I had buried in the deepest corners of my mind, I became more and more annoyed as I started to ring the doorbell again and again.

"Did they have a couple's fight"

"'The man must be at fault, he must have cheated"

"Who knows for all we know the woman might be trying to hide her lover inside, it must be normal for a beautiful young woman like her with no parents to have a sugar daddy"

When I heard the last comment I unconsciously clenched my hands as tightly as much as I could, and my head pain started to grow more. I felt like someone was knocking a hammer on my head.

After waiting for like a century the door finally opened and to not let her hear these rubbish people's talks I pushed her inside the apartment and closed the door.

I looked inside the apartment and looked at the tv and walked near it, I sat on the sofa in front of the tv and motioned her to sit on it too. she looked at me with a worrisome face but right now I didn't have strength or mood to engage in any kind of small talks so I just pointed at the tv while ignoring her expression.

She looked at me for some seconds but I didn't give her any response but just kept looking at the tv. She might have had many things to talk about but I didn't want to talk about the past, to be honest, we had stopped discussing our problems a long time ago.

we had changed, no to be more precise I had changed while she was still the simple and honest person she was.

She might have understood that I didn't have any intention to talk to her so she simply nodded at me and started to play a horror movie which according to her was actually haunted as her friend had told her. So what am I going to be now cursed and going to get seven days warning or some creepy girl who never washes her hair is going to come out of the tv?

The movie was going and I had heard different kinds of screams a human can make and that too not from the movie but from the idiot sitting beside me, the movie might not have had characters scream as much as my sister had screamed in half an hour.

What is she even doing, is she trying to transform like a certain gold-haired anime character if not then why is she even screaming so loud because of just a horror movie?

I sometimes ask why had a god given me an ape for a sister, is it hard for her to act normal for even a day and not show her brutish nature at least not in front of me?

Suddenly the room light started to flicker during the climax of the movie and her scream started to become louder and louder, she might just set a record in Guinness world record for loudest voice,

And what's up with the lights has she not even changed them from last time? Oh god, the last time I visited her home was like 3 months ago.

My body started to tremble and I started to sweat heavily, it was not because I was afraid of this stupid movie but because of the lack of sleep and high tension I am going through these days.

I tried to stand up but suddenly everything started to blacken in front of me. it was like the darkness had started to spread from everywhere trying to consume every fabric of my being.

The darkness disappeared and everything became clear in front of my eyes, I was still sitting on the sofa and watching the fucking horror movie with my sister. My sister probably didn't notice what I had gone through as her gaze was transfixed on the tv.

I had decided that it was time for me to have a warm drink, well it might be surprising that even though I am 21 from today I still don't like alcohol, don't get me wrong I can very well hold a good drink but I very much prefer hot chocolate in cold times like these.

I stood up and prepared to make up a good hot chocolate but suddenly a loud voice came from tv and my chest started to hurt like hell. I had fallen to the ground and was trying to breathe even a little. my sister had rushed to me and was shaking me trying to know what happened to me, her entire face was covered in tears and there were many things I wanted to say to her but I couldn't.

the world around me started to darken again but this time it was permanent. I had started to lose all of my senses be it touch or even hearing. it was like I had become one with darkness or the darkness had become me. the thing is it didn't matter to me as for me it was the same result in the end.

I had realized I was slowly dying my thought have started to become slower and become extremely jumpy as one minute I am thinking about how I didn't have any friends until the last moments while the other moment I am thinking of the ultimate solution to the world poverty.

In the last seconds of my life, I hadn't thought of my sister or of so-called regrets in my life but I was thinking that death is actually quite comforting and relaxing.

I knew that a normal person would actually think of his family or even be in despair but I am someone who didn't even shred a single drop of tears at the funeral of my parents while people who might have not even known them for a single day have shredded a complete lake for them.