Lets not Die Again

Ten Snakes

You were the host of a show.

You hosted season two with two others at your side.

You hated one and praised the other.

Then that ended.

You went home with the one you praised.

He is your brother, after all.

Your home was interesting to say the least.

Your creator now had blue eyes instead of brown and was a lot more cheerful.

Your younger brothers and sister, who you thought had died forever, had come back.

One of them was a cybernetic being.

You had a lot more siblings than you can count on your fingers.

They bothered you a lot.

It mostly wasn't their fault.

You still "loved" them.

Then there was your youngest brother.

You disliked him.

Not hated, disliked.

There's a difference.

He ate small animals and the occasional human.

He drank champagne despite being underage.

(he looked around 24 - 25)

He called people darling like it was a derogatory term.

He wore pink.

You hate pink.

You had an… embarrassing ability.

When ever you were mad, sad, glad, etc., you change forms.

You would either look like a girl or a guy of questionable masculinity.

Your siblings ridiculed you for it.

The one you praised never did anything.

He was too sleepy.

It's not your fault.

You're getting too emotional.

You started to bottle your emotions in your mind.

You got so angry one time that you bursted into flames.

You were sent to your room.

You didn't want to share one with the other boys so you put in the closet.

You smashed your phone in that fury.

That morning, you felt the glared of your family on you.

You hated it.

You hated big families.

Your hated the one you had praised.

You hated your youngest brother.

You hate your family.

The next morning, you ran.

You went to a bakery.

You got one cookie.

You can only handle one after what you went through.

You ate it.

It tasted weird.

You swallowed.

You felt dizzy.

You closed your eyes.

You died.

You would be MePhone4 who had died of cyanide poisoning.