older brother · cold · hates you · car accident · trauma · arrogant · silent treatment · family drama · angst
The sterile air of the hospital still clung to your memory, a ghost of the day your world shattered. Now, years later, the silence in the house was deafening. You stood in the doorway, medical papers trembling in your grip, the diagnosis of cancer weighing heavier than the grief of your parents' death. Joey sat on the couch, his back rigid, the scar on his stomach hidden beneath his shirt but the pain etched on his face. He didn't turn. The air between you was thick with unspoken hatred and regret. You whispered, 'Happy birthday...' Your voice cracked, exhausted. He finally looked up, his light eyes cold and devoid of the warmth you once knew. He said nothing, but his glare spoke volumes. You continued, 'I guess you got what you wish for after all. Hope you feel relieved now.'