We share memories. Sometimes I catch glimpses of things you forgot years ago, they stain the corners of my mind like a lingering scent or flavor. Not all bad things.
Only you remembered nothing but bad things. So much so that your pain permeates through my entire being.
I never wanted this. I never wanted your suffering.
I remember the soft glow of light through window curtains, time spent in the back room at our great grandmother's house, vacations your own family forgot long ago. I remember toys we had, days spent with friends. I remember watching our little brother and secretly enjoying the children's shows he watched because it was the only reprieve we got from eternal grounding. I remember our grandmother always buying us new toys and spoiling us rotten.
But your memories cut into me like a knife, they occasionally vivisect me into a flayed pile of skin and sinew. I'm sick of it.
Sliced To the bone.
You're like a ball of barbed wire, all sharp point and stabbing until someone wants to hurt you, then you gently fall into their arms and let them do as they please.
Penetrating deeply into my flesh until I'm vomiting bile so hard I piss my pants.