Once upon a time,

Not that very long ago,

There lived a boy.

A boy who was not very happy.

A boy who was hurt.

A boy who wrapped himself in his sorrows.

A boy who progressively grew bitter

A boy who got stuck in his anger.

A boy who inevitably lost his sanity.

A boy who was spiteful, insecure, and psychotic.

All because he was left behind.

The boy was never happy.

Always lost in the dark shadow of his brother.

His very athletic, clever, kind-hearted, attractive, genuine, quick-thinking, strong brother with gorgeous blue eyes, luscious, wavy, blond hair, and an amazingly deep voice that can really grasp one’s attention ever so quickly.

Always lost.

In the shadows.

Always feeling inferior.

Only ever being known for being his brother.

His brother, the top track runner, the football team captain, the best singer, the best actor.

The best everything.

And then there was just the boy.

The best nothing.

Never did anything.

Never was remarkable in any way.

Never was seen in a similar way, even somewhat.

Always just stood around.

Unhappy and tired.

Tired of his great brother.

Tired of his parents not knowing him.

Tired of being left outside like some filthy mutt.

Tired of being a nobody at school.

In life.

Just so tired.

Tired of being nothing, nothing at all.

One night, when his brother was getting typical adulation once again by his parents before he slept.

The boy had an idea.

He secretly and quietly got in the house.

Soaking wet and disgustingly smelly from being outside, ignored for so long.

He slowly, stealthily went up the stairs, ensuring that nobody knew he was in the house.

As he got to the very top, he saw his brother’s room.

He walked towards the door, and he firmly grabbed the knob, opening that door.

He got into his brother’s room.

Angrily staring at him

Then walking towards his bed.

Grabbed his sheets, took them off, and saw his brother get up.

His brother was confused and agitated.

So he quickly and aggressively got out of his bed, stood up, and walked.

Until his brother stopped.

His brother stopped and fell down, hitting his head against a drawer near to him.

The boy had stabbed his brother, therefore killing him.

He watched with utmost glee, seeing his brother’s blood like a river flowing across the room.

The dad heard the thud from the brother hitting his head.

He opened the door, mortified and saddened by what he saw.

Then he looked up and saw what caused this.

It was him.

The father was shocked.

He could not believe that his great son would do this to his older brother.

His son who was a top basketball and baseball player.

His son who was the best track jumper and sprinter.

His son who was the best swimmer and jokester.

His son who was loved.

His son who was popular.

His son who was never ignored.

The father looked at what has occurred, devastated by the realization.

The realization that his son, who always struggled with his strange disorders, has lost it.

And now has no choice but to take his son somewhere far away.

The next day, both the mother and the father watched as their older son, although still alive and functioning, had to go to the hospital.

And their younger son getting in a bus to a mental institution for crazed children.

The mother and father were upset seeing them having to go places far away from home, so they can be better.

Even though one they think would end up better than the other.

As the boy got on the bus, and before the driver started turning on the vehicle, he spoke.

“You know,” said the boy, “If they would just let me back in the house then we wouldn’t have this problem!,” shouted the boy loudly in a very distressed tone.

“Yeah,” replied the bus driver, “If they just would have let you in the house, there wouldn’t be ‘any problems,’ any at all,” said the bus driver as he looked at the parents through the bus’s windows, feeling such sympathy for such damaged people, damaged parents.

The bus driver sighed out of this sadness, looked down, and started the engine, which turned on the vehicle.

Off they went, the older brother going to the hospital, and the younger brother going to the mental institution.

Once upon a time,

Not that very long time ago,

There lived a boy

A boy who was happy.

A boy who was unhappy.

A boy who was safe.

A boy who was hurt.

A boy who opened himself to great joy.

A boy who opened himself to great misery.

A boy who progressively got stranger, more out-of-hand.

A boy who inevitably lost it all.

A boy who is now bitter, quiet, lonely, and sad

All because he got left behind.