MicroHorror

You may remember me from a few years ago. I’ve been away for quite some time, but rest assured that I am back. Remember the days we used to spend together, watching cartoons and playing with your pet hamster? Or the nights we used to spend together, cuddling in front of the fireplace after Mom and Dad went to sleep. Those were the days. Remember that one night, when we were fifteen, when you got cold and came into my bedroom? You asked if you could sleep in my bed, your reasoning being that our combined body heat would help fend off the chilly winter air. You put your arm around me, and I was okay with that because you were my brother and I loved you, perhaps more than a sister should love her brother. But then you grabbed my chest, and I was not okay with that. I told you to stop, but you just squeezed tighter. I tried to push you off, but you overpowered me. You pulled off my clothes, Danny, and you raped me. You fucking raped me. I loved you, and you fucked it all up. Remember the next day, when Mom came home from work, how she found me in the bathtub naked, buried in pain pills and covered in the vodka I stole from the cupboard? Remember how they asked you what happened, and you said the music I listened to probably influenced me to kill myself? Remember a week later, when you met that girl at the roller rink? Do you remember what happened to her? She overdosed on pain pills and vodka. I overdosed on pain pills and vodka. Guess what I got you for Christmas, Danny.