Loss

He was never the first choice , never a thought-off option. Everything that was bought in the house was  never intended for him.
He was a catastrophe, a dejection. No one ever heard him complain though. Or maybe no one ever paid any heed to it. Every time any member of the house got something new , they were always warned to keep it safe from him. He had  conniving ways to get the things he wanted. Some called him evil. Some just cursed and blamed the circumstances and just accepted their ill - fate.
No matter what the circumstances may be he had a knack to bend them his way. However he sometimes had challenges of his own.Sporadically he would find someone strong enough to stand up to him. Smart enough to cling on to their belongings. Ingeniously dogged to let go of what was duly theirs. It was on these rare occasions that he tasted defeat.
Nonetheless he never gave up. Never succumbed to the ways that were defined. He tried , every time he failed , he tried harder.
He knew things will never come to him naturally, never be handed over to him. He would have to snatch it away from people. Take it away when they least expected it to be gone. He knew it would cause them pain. Knew it may even leave them devastated and lost, but he had no choice either. Whenever someone grew fond of something or someone the hunger in him grew too. The thirst was always bigger.
He craved to be fed. To be satiated and adhered to. Loss always luxuriated the attention that was dawned on him. He relished every grain of it. He felt accomplished. He felt fulfilled. It pacified the monster in him. Loss lived the life of a scavenger. Every accomplishment he made was a battle won for him. It completed him. Defined his existence and created an iota of fear amongst others. Everything he took away helped him gorge his insecurities, made him a winner. Always, almost always a winner.