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I slammed the door behind me with a bang and threw myself on the bed, craving a moment of rest. I wanted to scream, kick all the pillows to the floor, and throw something at the window to make it break into a million pieces.

'How could he think that? He knew very well that I had been in a coma for 15 years. He suspected me too?'

If so, he turned out to be a truly worthless brother.

The whole interrogation was completely pointless. It was not a good time for quarrels and dilemmas about who contributed to Dad's death. I cursed myself for wasting those 10 minutes on silly banter instead of devoting them to figuring out all the reasons why I look like an 8th grader. Because, after all, that was my current priority.

For a moment, I lay on my back, staring at the slightly cracked ceiling. Whenever I got angry, I would throw something up in the air and the plaster would fall on my head. It usually happened when me and my siblings were hanging out in this room doing all sorts of childish things. We mostly played board games that Mom secretly brought us. It was the loss that always drove me into a long-term state of aggression.

I smiled as an idea popped into my head. This memory not only caused me to briefly recall various situations from the past, but also reminded me of one important fact.

'I still have my powers!'

I slowly dragged myself out of bed and raised my right hand to shoulder height. I aimed it at one of the gray, fluffy pillows and then slightly moved to the left. The pillow jumped off the bed and hung in the air exactly where I wanted it to be. I lowered my arm to see if I was strong enough to keep the object off the ground without having to point the energy with my hand.

The momentary fascination immediately gave way to bitterness, because the moment my hand rested on my hip, the pillow fell to the ground with a thud. Falling, it bent the cable to which the bedside lamp was attached. I growled throatily as it fell off the table and the lightbulb flew out of the shade and shattered.

"Damn it."

I immediately heard footsteps towards my room, and I knew I was going to get scolded by Dad for breaking another lamp.

Oh yeah, I forgot.

Dad is kinda dead.

The door to my room banged open and Klaus stood in the doorway, another lit cigarette in one hand and the urn with Dad's ashes pressed against his chest with the other. I raised my eyebrows as he roared with laughter at the sight of me. When he was done, he cast a fleeting glance at the pillow on the ground and the bits of broken light bulb, skipped it all in one jump, and sat on the edge of my bed. He took a drag and pointed to the seat next to him.

"Would you like to talk about what happened?"

I hesitated, but Klaus was my other favorite brother after all, so I gave up after a few seconds of staring at him blankly.

"Only if you put that cigarette out."

He listened to my request and stuck the lit end of the pipe against the wall. I rolled my eyes, aimed my hand at the garbage can six feet away, and set it down next to Klaus.

"I can deduct from this mess that you've already tested your powers" He pointed to the floor and the red, woolen carpet, all covered in glass, "Something's changed or are we both still freaks?"

"I would bet on the latter, but I wouldn't be surprised if after 15 years of disuse, my powers suddenly lost effectiveness."

Klaus nodded and pressed the urn a little tighter to him. I pointed at it.