Having lost her father and transferring to a different school, Harmony's life is fucked up as it is. With five silly, hyperactive, cocky, dougebags as brothers, her life couldn't get any worse.
That's what she thought.
Then one n...
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Harmony's POV
I rolled my eyes. "This better be fun."
He grinned. "Come." He gestured for me to get down. I reached over and pick up a flashlight from the table beside the window. I flick it to my face, testing its brightness then I was blinded by the light. Yeah, it's working.
"Hurry!" I heard Simmy whispered frantically from the outside. I waited for my vision to clear and look down at the window.
"It's not too high."
"Yeah, Just enough to break a bone. No biggie." I through my hands in exaggeration.
I bit my lip. I wasn't scared to jump this high. Hell, I've been doing that since the third grade. The window was big, almost as high as my height and as wide as triple me. I saw S fake a yawn as he sat at the ground, boredom written on his face. "Could you be any slower? Wake me up when you're done praying, 'kay?" He said as he sat on the ground.
"Fine! Fine!" feeling challenged, I stoop my left foot at the base of the window frame. I gripped the curtain, testing my luck. I stood up, both feet now at the base of the frame. I pulled the curtain and lifted my body. I shifted gracefully outside, left arm clinging to the curtain for support the other holding the flashlight. I miss being this high. Nice to know I don't need a veranda to do this.
Take that, Simmy! I smiled, inhaling the cold midnight breeze of the north-west part of the Tungsten city.
This is it. New place, new life. I exhale fiercely. Just like that, all the bad feelings were gone—well, mostly. Done inhaling the good shits and exhaling the bullshits.
I released the curtain and allowed the gravity to drag me down. I manoeuvred my body and landed gracefully, just a foot away from my twin brother. "That's not so hard, was it?" He grunted, pushing himself off the ground.
"No sweat."
We turned around and head to the woods. The first moment was quite. We didn't say anything to each other. We just walked. I would have said something. I wanted to... I just can't get myself to do it.
"How are you coping?"That was just one of the questions I wanted to ask him. Something I should've asked in the past three months. If only I wasn't too occupied with my own grief.
I I ask him that, he was going to ask me the same question. And I still don't know what to say. I don't know if I was coping or I just got too used to the pain it doesn't even bother me anymore. So, I decided to just shut my mouth.
As if he had enough, he planted his shoes on the ground and held my arm tightly making me stop on my tracks.
"Okay, I lied. This is an intervention." I said in defeat.
