r/shortscarystories
1 day ago
CBenson1273
One and Only
I dislike my twin brother.
There. I said it. I know you may be shocked. âHow can you despise one who was literally created with you, who has been with you your entire life?â
Trust me. You can.
Like how he steals so much of my motherâs attention. Every moment I want to spend with her, heâs there. Taking away her time. Her attention. Her affection.
Every time I eat, heâs there. Every time I sleep, heâs there. Every time she sings to me, heâs there. You have no idea how much I long for my own space, my own life, but it just isnât possible.
And my father is just as bad. He spends time with me, but itâs never just him and me - we always have to do everything together. Thereâs only so much family time one can take.
Donât get me wrong, my parents are good people, they are literally the reason I exist. And it isnât like they are choosing him over me - they do everything possible to show us that they love us both equally.
I know they are doing their best under circumstances they werenât really prepared for.
I get that space is limited and money is an issue, and I know having two of us doesn't make it any easier
though they would never complain where they thought we could hear. I donât blame them.
I blame him.
But what choice do I have? I canât expect them to turn their backs on him. They arenât those kinds of people - they love us both too much. I know theyâd do anything they could to protect us both.
But thatâs the problem. I donât want them to protect us both.
My whole life has been like this, and if I donât do something, I just know the rest of my life will be the same - compromising, giving things up, always having to share my parentsâ love and affection, to share everything. I donât want to share.
So Iâm going to make sure I donât have to.
I can feel you judging me, asking what kind of person would even contemplate this. You donât live my life and you donât know what Iâve been through. Itâs been months of this and it shows no signs of ending anytime soon. So Iâm ending it.
Iâve thought this through and I have a plan. Itâs guaranteed to work. And if I do it correctly, no one will ever suspect me. I know my parents will grieve for a while, but eventually theyâll move past it and see that the three of us are all we need.
All we ever needed.
So I act.
A quick turn, a subtle shift, and then I wait. A few minutes and itâs over.
And then there was one.
Itâs amazing what an umbilical cord around a neck will do.