This is just a small section of the chapter I'm writing at the moment, so it won't make complete sense. It's just that I'm really not very happy with this. But I can't put my finger on what exactly is wrong with it. Anyone have any suggestions? Thanks.
I looked at Will carefully, as he continued rubbing his nose.
“Why do ya’ hate me so much?” I muttered, more to myself really.
“Where do you want me to begin?” He stared at me hard. “You’re immature, stupid, you get me into situations like this, and thanks to you, mum is dead.”
“I’m not the one lying about her to everyone I meet.” I mumbled.
“I can hardly tell them the truth can I?” Will spat in my face. “I’d consider yourself lucky that I don’t tell everyone what really happened. People would really hate you then.”
I turned my eyes away from his. I was such a bad arguer when it came to arguing with Will. That was something he was good at, arguing. He always knew what the right thing to say was.
“It’s stupid.” Will continued. “Even though you are the biggest, most selfish idiot I’ve ever known, everyone likes you.”
I stared at him. “Are you stupid or sumit? Dad can’t even stand the sight of me!”
“Maybe,” Will shrugged. “But you’ve always been the ‘pretty twin’, everyone thinks you’re funny and cool, and you were always mum’s favourite.”
My father’s punch had obviously left Will slightly delusional. He didn’t honestly believe that everyone liked me? If my own family couldn’t stand me, then how on earth could anyone else possibly like me? Even if that was true, I wouldn’t care, it wouldn’t make me feel any better. My brother and my father couldn’t stand me, that was all that felt important to me.
I stared at Will, completely surprised at what he’d just said. I was never my mother’s favourite, she never picked favourites, Will knew that.
“Tha’ ain’t true.” I said confidently.
“I wish it wasn’t.” Will muttered. “Mum had made a huge mistake in the end though, liking you so much, considering what you ended up doing to her.”
Why did he always had to bring that up? Didn’t he know how much I hated myself for what happened to mum? I swear, he purposely did it, just to destroy me even more.
“Sorry...” I mumbled pathetically.
“It should’ve been you that died, not her.” He spat, standing up.
Will headed for my bedroom door, pausing as he reached it. “Everyone would be so much happier that way, especially me.”
He left my room, slamming the door loudly behind him, exactly the same way as my dad had done earlier.
I hadn’t moved an inch. I was still sitting silently on my dirty bedroom floor, staring into space. I must have been sitting there, motionless, for at least ten minutes, until I spoke.
“I would have been happier too...” I whispered to myself.
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