Brother

Time-killing works. Hmm. Maybe one day, I will set up a workshop page.
== Story ==
I have a brother.
He is caring and passionate. He play games with me. We indulge in playing Minecraft, Boxhead zombie shooter games, per se. We played hide-and-seek before, though he always caught me.
No one can see my brother, ever. If they do, they will take him away from me forever.
I am in primary school. Ever during recess, when classmates swarm towards the canteen, I hide inside the toilet, hidden, seeing my brother. We chat, we talk, and nothing is more interesting than him. Not even those freshly-baked buns in the cafeteria.
However, one day, a classmate spots me. I am taken to the social worker.
He asks me if I have any friends. I answer yes. But I cannot tell him about my brother, he will take him away from me. He continues, rambling about stupid speeches about importance of friends, etc. I smile in my heart. I do have a friend, and no other people can compare with him. My brother.
I remember the times in pre-school, the moment I meet my brother. I was bullied, laughed at. I stayed at a corner, being punished by teachers for being lazy. It was he, my precious brother, who comforted me, who was willing to stand by me.
Time flies. I am, again, sent to see the social worker.
I tell him I have made friends. I have told a lie, but that is to protect my brother. It is in this way I can ever keep the others away from my brother, by misleading them, by not even them know about his existence.
He is still suspicious. He says that I always stay to myself, hiding myself in the libraries. According to my classmates, I have never made a friend.
Anyways, they let me go. I am back to my home, without anyone stopping me to meet my brother.
I dash towards the toilet again, the place where we talk, we play.
"Brother, I am back! Do you know that today at school..."
The door opens. My parents, along with the social worker, are here. They stare at me, blankly.
"Who are you talking to?"
I look at the mirror. I can only see myself.
Who is my brother?
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