The Twin He Wanted

May. POV.

I woke up ina groggy state. The left side of my stomach was hurting as the anesthesia wore off due to me donating my kidney to my elder twin sister .

Truthfully I was exhausted mentally or physically as I think that I don't deserve all this. The emotional detachment from my parents and me sacrificing my dreams and achievements for my sick elder sister just because they think that she deserves this.

I have three elder brothers Jason the eldest, Jack the second eldest and Joseph the third eldest and my parents only wanted one daughter but when they got to know about my existence they tried to erase my existence but on the way they met with an accident due to which I was born. But I was born healthy and my elder sister with chronic illness.

My sister name is Jospine.

My mom has black hair and brown eyes and my dad has  blonde hair and blue eyes.

All the brothers have black hair and blue eyes.

My sister has blonde hair and black eyes .

My and my sister have same features except for me having blonde hair and blue eyes. My siblings are the perfect mixture of my parents and I guess I am the odd one out.

I was always unloved because I felt that way . As my parents always made out time for my brothers and sister but for me they were always absent. My brothers cold treatment towards me was enough for me to never be close to them.

After the birth I became a living Organ donor. I have to donate blood, bond marrow,liver,etc whatever  possible to make my sister healthy.

And infact I would love to do this but their ruthless behaviour towards my feelings and their apathy made my heart cold. They all acted as if I owed my sister .

To the donating it was fine but all my achievements which I got during major international competitions were all named in my sister. My family presented my achievements as my sister's and in the world's eyes I became a worthless child whose sick sister is the genius and she an ingrate.

And today is the last time I am donating as after donating my Kidney everything is all right as my sister will get better soon as this is the last thing I could give her.

And the last time I would stay with my family. I guess after going through so much emotional detachment I feel nothing and I know that if I don't leave I can do the unthinkable which I don't want. Now I want to do something for myself.

I have been in this ward for two days but none of my family members have visited me and I know that they are busy paying attention to my sister. Except for the nurses and doctors I have seen no one. Not even my grandparents who people say that they are kind.