Today, I lost someone who I love so dearly
Sunday, 8 September 2013 | 13:15 | 0 comments
I have never regretted anything. But looking at this photo, it makes me regret, I shouldn't have taken this photo earlier in the afternoon. The cracks on this iphone has really caused out relationship to break. The guy on this photo, I love him so dearly for the past 18 years. From the day he's born, I love him as my brother. Till yesterday, 08th September 2013, his 18th birthday, both of us declared we are no longer brother and sister. As I'm tearing while typing this post, I can't stop thinking. If I never initiate to celebrate his 18th birthday, none of all these nonsense will ever happen.
4 hours ago, we had the biggest fight we ever had within us. I doubted him, of course because he betrayed my trust endless times. We had a really huge quarrel and nearly fought, which I don't know if I can say luckily or unluckily, boyf protected me from him. We had a small dispute before the huge one. He walked off without me. Thinking of him having only $10 with him, I was afraid he don't have the money to go home, I waited for him to appear so that we can send him home. he didn't appear, and knowing his "pattern" so well, I used his father as a bait by scolding his father to lure him out. Yes, this is my bad, I shouldn't say those things but those words are the only way I can think of to make him appear. I know him too well.
Unexpectedly, he appeared with 1 metal badminton racket and 1 metal clothes pole hook
he walked towards me in a very aggressive manner with this 2 metal stuff swinging with his hands. Approaching near, he swung up and wanted to hit on me when boyf hold him back. I was really speechless at that very moment. The brother I have dote and love for 18 years wanted to beat me up with these 2 "weapon". What has become of him? What caused him to be like this?
I couldn't find any answer to it.
If according to his past behaviours, he wouldn't have done this. He'd at most quarrel with me. He'd at most scold me. Or at most hit me bare hand. He'd NEVER hold a weapon against me.
Today, officially 01 day after his birthday, 01 day after he turn 18, he wanted to beat me up with his weapon on hand. I never expect it, I was dumbfounded. I was utterly disappointed, sad and speechless.
I wanted the best out of him. I did something I don't think any sister would do. I called the police. I reported him on things I shouldn't do. I don't know if I regretted. I only know and I only hope, it will turn out good to him.
When I reached home, I told mummy this, I cried non-stop. I couldn't stop crying from the moment we separated till now. I tweeted:
I thought to myself. If I didn't let boyf stop you from beating me. I would like to know how much you will beat me? How badly injured will I become? If I were to be beaten up by you badly, if I were to be sent to the hospital in an emergency state, if I were to be in coma due to your beating, will you wake up? Will you realise what you should / shouldn't do? If you would be able to realised from your mistakes, I would gladly take the pain on the flesh, while you wake up and be a real man, a good person. Now that I thought of all these, I shouldn't have called the police so that I might be able to know the answers to all these questions.
I know you will hate me. I let it be. Hate me all you can if it can relieve you from all the unhappiness you have from the bottom of your heart. I just hope, one day when you have really grown up, you'd come to think that all I did was just for one reason, and that is to hope for the best out of you. Your daddy and mummy have no ways to teach you anymore, let the government teach you if they have the means.
I'm sorry, and I still love you dearly although you no longer treats me as your sister.
