A few weeks ago…
I stared at the wall, quietly waiting for something or someone. Bill and I’s bedroom was quiet, but I could hear them yelling in the kitchen. I hated it. My brothers fought all the time. About a lot of things. About me, our parents, bills that had yet to be paid, money, my therapy… them… possibility of getting me an emotional support dog, and a plethora of other things that don’t concern me or I don’t remember. I wish I could tell them to stop… tell them it would be okay… but words don’t mean much when you can’t speak.
My older brother, Kill, just pushes me away and ignores me every time I try to communicate with him. My twin says he doesn’t understand sign language, that I should just talk to him telepathically, but I don’t want to. I’m afraid of myself and what I… what the three of us can and could do… and what we will do. Some of the worst things have come to pass. My brothers’ crimes for example. The ones they’ve already committed, anyway.
We lost everything, and now we only have each other. It’s difficult. I wish it didn’t have to be this way. I wish it was the way it was when we were kids. We were all so happy… or at least I thought we were all happy… and Mom and Dad were still alive, and I could still speak, and my brothers didn’t seem emotionless at all.
… but… that’s not now… and I should stop thinking about the past. That’s difficult to do when I just wish I could escape to the past. Sure, things are fine right now, but I miss my parents, and I really wish I could just talk to them again.
I heard the door open, just a creak, but we have heightened hearing, so it was hard to miss. I was ready to go all defensive and walled off, as I usually was now when it was Kill. We were just two different people. Then again, so are me and my twin… but at least he tries to talk to me, which is more than what I could say for Kill.
Luckily for me, it was my twin, so I relaxed and looked at him, confused.
He sighed, “Sorry about that. Killian wasn’t sure about this, but I think you should go.” He handed me an envelope, “It’s fine if you don’t want to, but both of us also got invitations, so… either all three of us go, or only Kill goes,” He gave me a look.
I nodded and quietly took the envelope and opening it, understanding. My twin wouldn’t leave me in the house alone. It’s not safe for me to be alone.
I looked at the letter surprised, reading through it, before looking at him, ‘A school? And we’re in the same classes? You sure about this?’
“I’m sure, don’t worry.” He smiled, “I looked it up thoroughly and it was a clean record, and it’s secure. There are guards in place to keep humans out.”
I nodded, still a bit concerned, but not as much as I was, ‘But they’re magic…’
“They’re still human, Will,” He gave me a look, “and I don’t understand why you’re so worried. They’re just humans.”
I shivered, deciding not to respond to that.
They’re just humans?
Sure… humans that tortured and harmed me and did unspeakable things to me and made me their slave… and they LITERALLY tore my vocal cords out of my throat for a punishment, but yeah, okay, Bill… they’re… “just humans”.
I sighed. Bill didn’t get it. He really didn’t. Then again, I shouldn’t have expected him to.
He looked at me, “Sorry, but it’s true. Against me?” He snorted, “They’re gonna be nothing.”
I smiled at that. He’s arrogant and way too confident, but it WAS true. However… I had heard rumors…
‘Is your Tree going?’ I looked at him.
He coughed, “He’s not mine, Will. I doubt he’s going. He’s human, no magic quality. Not that I know of, anyway…”
‘Still. Mine knows magic. Why doesn’t yours?’ I frowned.
He frowned, “Still stuck over Mason?”
‘No,” I shook my head.
He groaned, “If you say your Sixer I will slap you.”
I blushed and looked away, not wanting him to notice and slap me. Unfortunately, he noticed.
He huffed, “That’s the guy that caused all that.”
I bit my tongue, knowing he was going to say those two words.
“You sure you don’t have Stockholm syndrome?” He frowned.
My eyes flashed red, and I knew that, because he backed away a bit, and I swallowed, shaking my head, ‘I’m sure. Don’t say those words, please.’
“Fine. You need to be stuck over someone else,” He huffed.
I hummed, before I grinned and looked at him, ‘Like how you’re stuck over Thomas?’
He coughed, and glared at me, “I’m not stuck over Thomas.” I knew he was lying, because he was blushing.
‘Yes, you are. You’re blushing,’ I gave him a look.
He sighed and sat never to me, “Whatever. He won’t notice anyway. Guy’s too stuck over that princess. Stupid princess… of course he’s stuck over someone of his status.”
I frowned, ‘Don’t take it out on Star…’ I was well aware of all of this. He was annoyed with the princess of Mewni, because his best friend and crush was in love with her. Rather hopelessly, since she didn’t like him at all. Like, she resented him, and it went over his head somehow, orrrr, he was despite or something. I wasn’t sure. Love is a weird feeling. It certainly was to me.
He huffed, “I’ll try not to. Let’s just prepare. We’re leaving tomorrow.”
I nodded, ‘Okay…’