Not a Hero

(1) Ruining My Life

This is kind of a test run for it, I'm still working out a few kinks so some minor details might change.

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My youngest brother has been murdered. But just in case he hasn't, he will be soon. Five years. He has woken me up the same way with the same song for five years. If my other brothers haven't strangled him yet, then I will. My brother, Dakota, has set Bubblegum Bitch, an iconic song I must add, as his alarm clock. Which wouldn't be that bad under normal circumstances, except for the fact he has set the volume to max and I share a wall with him.

"Dakota if you wish to keep breathing then turn off the damn alarm." I buried my head further into my warm pillow, attempting to shield my eyes from the sunlight pouring in through my window as my curtains failed to do their job.

I faintly hear my door open but elected to ignore it and go back to bed. I groan dramatically as one of my brothers throws my comforter and blankets off of me, cold air hitting me immediately. When I still refuse to get up, they sharply pull my pillow out from under my head, causing my face to slam into the mattress. I turn my head to the left to see my oldest brother, Everett, smiling softly down at me.

"Great you're awake, get dressed." He turned on his heel and dropped my pillows on his way out before adding. "And don't go back to sleep or I come in with ice water."

I shot up out of bed quickly, earning a chuckle from him. A while back I called him on his bluff and went back to sleep. Yeah, he didn't do a regular glass of ice water, oh no no, he got a large mixer bowl of the stuff. Never again. I quickly made my bed and made my way to the bathroom. As I stepped out of the door I heard an oddly loud pitched voice screaming. I turned my head down the hall confused. I was shoved out of the way as yet another brother, Jace, was chased by Dakota down the hall and into the kitchen.

"Give me my phone back you heathen!" Dakota yelled to Jace, which was followed by a chaotic screaming then a thud. I fight to hold back snickers as Everett runs from his room to go check on them. I followed him, less worried and more so curious. I look into the kitchen to see Jace doubled over laughing and Dakota sprawled on the floor, a dent in the wall. I assumed immediately Dakota ran too fast and slid into the wall, which is hilarious.

I failed to contain my laughter and had to lean on my final brother, Quinton, for support, or else I would've joined them on the floor. Meanwhile, Everett was freaking out about the hole in the wall.

"I wish I was adopted." I heard from Quin which was accompanied by a sigh.

"Oh, but how would you live your life without us to make it interesting?" I snicker and lean dramatically on his shoulder. My smile grew as I heard him mutter something about peacefully. I walk away chuckling as I make my way to the bathroom.

I pulled my dark brown hair into a small low bun and began to wash my face. I decided against fully doing my makeup as the ache I did have wouldn't be noticed if I just used concealer. After I had mostly finished, Dakota came barging into the bathroom, in a rush to get ready and had seemingly retrieved his phone. I dart out of the bathroom at the sight of Dakota connecting to the bathroom speaker.

I hide out into my room, hearing the dull sound of Dakotas playlist. I walk over to my dresser and gather ripped jeans and throw them on my bed. I move on after I've collected my outfit, which was my jeans and a black Bon Jovi t-shirt, with checkered vans. I spray myself with vanilla perfume, then make my way back to the kitchen.

As I walked down the hallway, I noticed a conveniently placed picture frame that hid the hole. Some advanced work clearly. The sizzling sound of my mom blatantly ignoring the chaos which occurred this morning, while seeming to be making food for a small army. The smell of bacon and eggs overshadowed the faint scent of vanilla and lemonade, making the room almost seem brighter. I went to the cabinet and retrieved a plate, starting to pile on eggs.