Never Thought I Would

He is your brother my mom says,

My gleaming eyes catch his

He nears me and greets with a smile,

I wave to him with the glee

He knows how to buoyant my mood,

By getting chocolates for me

His love for me can be seen all time,

Despite he is stepbrother to me

He will always protect you my mom once said,

Just like my school friends’ brothers did

Always wanting a brother for myself,

Is now fulfilled from a plea I did

One day deeply involved doing my lesson,

I feel a hand, unlike my mom’s, caressing my back

I drop my pencil with a jolt and turn around,

My brother looking taller than prosaic

I ask him to give a hand in my lesson,

Surprisingly he starts caressing my cheek

The eye contact between us does not break,

And he looks intimidating making me freak

A quiver runs down my spine,

And he stands there blocking the door

He pulls my hair back as I tried running,

And slams me down to the floor

On the spur of the moment he is onto me,

His palm on my mouth breaks the air

It hurts and it hurts really bad,

“Please no. No” I cry out in the air

He leaves me sobbing in the dark room,

The room becomes darker and darker as my eyes close

The day is on rerun and does not halt,

Perishing day by day I refuse to take anymore

He again walks towards me,

Reducing the distance in the amid of us

As he reach out to touch me,

I ram a sharp knife into him with the disgust

Seeing him pleading to stop I ram it again,

I cry thinking how he dragged me to the doom

I wake up with the jolt sitting on my chair,

My breathing echoes in the room

My entire body is damp from the dream I had,

I quicken myself to shower

My body quivers as the cold water touches me,

The dream replaying in my mind makes me shiver

Knock at the door interrupts my thoughts,

I ask, “Who is it?” with no reply I ask again

My whole body shakes as I hear the voice of him,

The dream starts playing in my mind again

‘No! You can’t do this. You can’t!’ my mind says,

I dress up quickly while calming myself

I hear the hard banging on the door,

‘You have to do this’ my mind yells taking the knife off the shelf.