My Brother's Twisted Cruelty

For five years, I paid for a crime my brother never committed. I believed he was in prison and our family was ruined, so I endured homelessness, starvation, and constant torment, all for him.

But after my third suicide attempt, I overheard a conversation that shattered everything. My suffering wasn't a tragedy; it was a "lesson" orchestrated by my own brother, Ashton.

I found him celebrating at our family villa, throwing a lavish party for his girlfriend, Kecia. He called me dramatic and ungrateful. When I finally fought back, he slapped me to the ground, admitting they'd been traveling the world while I begged for scraps.

My five years of hell had been their vacation. My life was nothing but a twisted game to teach me humility.

So I decided to teach him a final lesson in return. As I bled out in my filthy apartment, I made one last call.

"Ashton," I whispered, my voice fading. "Is the punishment over now?"