I plop on my bed then shove my ear buds in. I blast the Cure's Friday I'm in Love and flop around on my bed until I get up the gusto to dance or at least flail or re-enact the shark that was actually in the tornado from Sharknado. As time passes, the room darkens of its own accord. For once, I feel like I could sleep, but I ignore the rare feeling in favor of people watching. As the people pass by, I realize how much I don't want to be them or prove my worth is equal to theirs. I'm content to just look out this huge window and just watch them walk by.
Today was different somehow even though it was as normal as could be. I ate dinner with dad and Mikey and mom rushed off to her new nursing job taking her lasagna dinner to go. Then Mikey, Ray and I played MarioKart for a few hours and I kept winning on 50cc. Eventually, Ray had to go and Mikey busied himself with next week's homework.
Then people stopped walking by...


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I wake up to the sound of screaming or shrieking rather. I'm slow to move at first, still caught in the haze between sleep and reality, stilling hoping to be living the dream, but alas no luck. I shake the sweet serenity soon enough and dart upstairs to the living room after sparing a glance to my dark brick wall rather than my vast people watching window.
Mikey's supporting himself on the wall by the stairs wearing a blank yet telling expression and a blood caked eyebrow. I look around for the culprit. Theatrical gasp! oh who could have done such a thing?!- my dad. The one I thoroughly wish was not a wad of condescending, self-praising, temperamental shit and the one who thoroughly shits on my wishes regarding him.

I hop in front of Mikey just in time to keep the sure to have been finishing blow directed at him by our dad via guitar from hitting its target. I feel the raggedly cut wires at the end of the fret board dig into my back and scrape down. We're WAY to bloody. You might even say we're BLOOD BROTHERS. Okay, tough crowd and probably not the right time for shitty internal word play, but I mean this explains why I have no friends, right? If no I- well, I'm not really sure how to explain it to you. That's just how it is.

"Mikey." I whisper bitingly. I search his eyes where I have him pinned to the wall. "Michael." I hiss a little more desperate. I don't know how long we have until the next attack is launched this WAY. I am so sorry for that. He eyes start to clear up and he looks vaguely more aware. "Mikey, I need you to leave. Go to Ray's house" He looks at me still keeping his blank expression, but it's the zoned out kind of blank. He's mentally somewhere else which may have been preferred a minute ago, but is now causing problems.I hold his face to get his eyes to refocus on me."MikeyWay, go to Ray's house" he nods and powerwalks out with the same blank expression.


I turn and look to down at the broken guitar mom and I got Mikey when he was eight. By mom and I, I mean she paid, I picked and I put the ribbon on it. I sigh instead of cry because that got old a while ago, now didn't it?

Notes

I'm sorry it's so short. I just felt like writing a bit even though I'm kinda tired, but I;ll definiteky update soon.
with the sweetest of x's and tightest of o's,
xoxo Bone