𝐎𝐏𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐒 - 𝐄𝐃𝐃𝐈𝐄 𝐌𝐔𝐍𝐒𝐎𝐍

𝐆𝐔𝐈𝐋𝐓𝐘 𝐅𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑

𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚: 𝗠𝗔𝗧𝗨𝗥𝗘 𝗟𝗔𝗡𝗚𝗨𝗔𝗚𝗘, 𝗠𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡𝗦 𝗢𝗙 𝗔 𝗦𝗘𝗫𝗨𝗔𝗟 𝗡𝗔𝗧𝗨𝗥𝗘 & 𝗔𝗕𝗨𝗦𝗘

𝙺𝙸𝙼𝙱𝙴𝚁𝙻𝚈 𝙲𝙰𝚂𝚂𝙸𝙳𝚈

These past few months since my brothers were born, life had taken a toll on me and even though there was aspects of good happening around me still, that didn't take away the negative.

The summer has faded away faster than I would've liked, and we we're halfway through autumn where the leaves died to be reborn in the spring and the nights sky closed in on us earlier and earlier.

December was almost here which meant Eddie would be celebrating his birthday soon and I knew that the situations I had been put in with my parents and brothers was going to effect our plans.

Mine and my mums relationship had gotten worse since I joined back at school, and it was getting harder and harder to hide the marks and tell more lies when somebody saw them. Luckily for me, I was prone to a fight and I was mouthy, so nobody batted an eyelid when I told them I got into a fight, not even Eddie.

It was hard for me to talk about serious situations I had been in, especially to my friends; the looks they held plastered on their faces when I told them something traumatic, was traumatising. I never wanted to feel like that again, and I knew it wasn't their fault because it was the basic human instinct to feel sympathy for another human but all in all, I didn't want them to care. I would have rather they looked at me flatly and said a quiet 'huh, okay.' before turning back to their other conversations as if I wasn't there.

These things never happened of course, we were wired to feel sad for somebody's loss or another persons grief in a way. So, all I had was myself, but my friends always had me no matter what the cause; speaking of which, Eddie was Ill and I was going to baby him until he felt better even if it was something I refused to allow him to do for me.

"Kimmm." Eddie called for me from his bedroom as i sat in the dark on my own, a few metres away from his bedroom in the living room to the Munson trailer.

"What's up, Ed?" I called back to him in a gentle tone. I heard a groan escape his lips before a little bit of rustling followed behind; he was trying to get up.
"No, baby. Get back in bed." I quickly walked down the hallway towards the almost Nineteen year old stood besides his bed half naked.

"I need the toilet, princess." He told me with his fingers gripping into the duvet harshly.

"Okay. Here." I nodded in agreement and walked over to his side, wrapping my arm around his torso and holding my other hand on his bare stomach as he sat up on the edge of the bed. He threw his arm around my neck and groaned deeply.

Eddie was burning to the touch, skin like fire on a cold night; he was becoming a little delirious as I noticed his head turning in all directions, his eyes flickering from wall to wall. He let gentle giggles escape his lips before shaking his head and groaning in pain again.

I pushed the bathroom door open with my foot before I walked us both into the small space, our bodies occupying the space almost immediately as we stepped into the bathroom.

"Sit." I demanded him, pulling his boxer shorts down to his ankles and helping him onto the toilet. His hands felt the wall before they slowly dragged down it until his legs were supported by the bowl. "Do you need to be sick?" I asked him as my eyes wandered around for a bowl or bucket stashed in the bathroom, knowing he would never reach the sink even if it was right besides his head.