ABYSS OF ANGUISH 💔

CHAPTER 2.

       THE ESTRANGED BEST FRIEND.

After reaching Carex's apartment, I mustered the courage to go inside since his parents and mine do not quite see eye to eye even though they try faking it whenever they meet. After telling one of the maids at the mansion to send  news of my arrival, I was finally let inside.

"Hey... Issa... It's so nice to see you again... What brings you here?" Carex's mother, Mrs Hermione Myrex Brooklyn uttered feigning a look of delight on her face. "Uhm... I'm not Issa... I'm Lisa, the eldest twin..." I said scratching my forehead nervously. "Ugh oh... My bad... You're welcome to my precious abode miss Lisa... Make yourself at home... and well since you're here, I assume you're here for uhm Rylie right?" She asked as I nodded hastily.

"Oh dear... This is such bad timing... He's upstairs though... You should try your luck... don't say I didn't warn you though, he's raving mad right now" she warned which made me even more worried. What could possibly be wrong with him? "Mrs Hermione?" I called. "Hm?" She responded. "Is there any chance that Rylie has relapsed?" I asked feeling super apprehensive.

She stood still in shock for a while but then smiled brightly but obviously pretentiously at me. "Nah... I don't think so... Actually he's acute schizophrenic... But it has not resurfaced in like seven years now... I'll have him examined tomorrow God willing to see what's eating him up." She explained.

Well, the name Rylie Carex Brooklyn comes with a shit ton of trouble. The X's are like the epitome of problems. Kyle is bipolar, Carex with his drug addiction problem and schizophrenia... Mr Karex with his anger issues and well, it seems the mom is the only normal one in the family.

After taking some rather tiring reluctant steps upstairs, I finally reached his room and the sound I heard coming from his room is rather deafening and disturbing.

"Hey Carex.... It's me...Lisa...open up." I said introducing myself after he told me like several times to go away. "Huh? Lisa? Ughh!! What are you doing here!" He said in a rather loud whisper as he finally opened his door and trust me he looked like shit. "Oh my God you! What's wrong... And why's your room this hot? Jesus Christ! Can you even breathe?" I exclaimed with huge concern as I noticed the devastating look on his face and the scene of disorder in his room.

"I think there's something seriously wrong with me.. And trust me, it's hot nothing to do wimma schizophrenia" he said as I hurriedly rushed over to him and pulled him into a tight hug. "Oh my God weasel... Why didn't you just talked to me? You know I'm always here for you yeah? Tell me what's wrong?" I asked as we pulled away from each other and then headed inside and sat on his extremely comfortable bed.

"I don't know...but within these past few days... I think there's something messing with me.. I can't really tell... it's like I'm always upset about everything and even the teensiest bits of triggers makes me want to murder someone... Do you think I'm going insane?? I feel like I'm possessed by some sort of demon who is ever so ready to drive me off the nuts.."

He explained sobbing lightly as I jumped in hurriedly. "No... Rylie no... There are no such things as demons and ghosts and you know it... You just watch too much horror movies... Trust me you're fine.. you've just been through a lot lately, I understand if you wanna flip out or anything.... Just come here..." I said hugging him again as I patted his back comfortingly till he calmed down.

"You bitch! Don't you ever dare shut me out again okay?? If anything is eating you up, you tell me am I clear? You have no right to push me aside when you're going through shit! I'm your best friend and not to even mention I'm also your girlfriend! Need I remind you best friends tell each other everything??" I scolded him as I watched him coil up into my belly innocently in his weird way of saying sorry.