Experiment of Madness

7-A Sudden Turn of Events-Dag

I watched the "friends" around me, their laughter and yells filling the air, their carefree nature so different from my own. It felt distant, like a world I didn't belong to, their casual joys and banter a world I couldn't relate to. I watched them, the scene feeling foreign, like observing people from a different planet, their actions and words not fitting with my solitude, their carefree existence starkly different from my own, my inner turmoil hidden beneath my cool exterior.

I headed for the back exit, avoiding the noisy crowd of students, aiming for the solitude and silence that awaited outside.

My brother, Fane, caught my clothes, pulling me back, his hands grabbing at me, a mischievous grin on his face as he laughed. I tensed, his touch unexpected, his laughter annoying, but his familiar demeanor familiar. I glared, the threat slipping out, "Remove your hands before I cut them, Fane," I warned, my tone tense, disliking his touch and intrusion.

He urged me, grinning, his tone playful, "C'mon now, creep, it's my last year here, come walk with your friends at least once," he continued, his playful demeanor trying to break through my solitary shell, the words irritating me.

I sighed, annoyed, reluctantly giving in, knowing his relentless persistence would never cease if I didn't, the weight of his request mixed with guilt that he'd soon be gone, the last year before his departure, his words hanging in the air. "Fine," I grumbled.

I turned to his girlfriend, a stark contrast to him, her head barely reaching his shoulder, her small frame standing beside him, his arm wrapped around her waist.

I shifted my gaze, avoiding her smile, my focus on my brother, I asked, "How's your injury?" My tone flat, a hint of worry slipping in despite my effort to hide it entirely, the question laced with a hint of genuine concern.

The bullet he got because of his stupid attachment for this Russian girl.

He replied with a nonchalant tone, rolling his eyes, dismissing the question, "Everyone's asking the same, blah blah blah, it's fine," he responded, his words casual, the dismissal evident, yet I knew there was more he wasn't saying, his attempt to hide the pain behind the casual banter apparent. I knew him well.

My brother guided me back to the "friends," the word echoing mockingly in my mind, our path leading us back to, the source of my annoyance, his friends filling the space. The group greeted him, their voices filled with the laughter and chatter.

Indie graduated last year. I wasn't going to see her in school. Hopefully, she'd be out of town soon too ,I'm not worried about her she can keep her mouth shut, I know.

She was the only one I liked from this friendship group.
I watched him, my brother Fane, a figure taller than me, his features standing out in contrast, blond hair and blue eyes standing in sharp contrast with my own brown hair and dark brown eyes. The difference between us was evident, our appearances a reflection of our personalities, his golden hair and light eyes a reflection of his easy charm, his good looks blending with his casual, easy-going nature, a stark contrast from my darker features, my sullen disposition reflecting in my dark eyes and wild hair.

I watched them, Fane and his girlfriend, the two standing close together, their physical resemblance striking, both blondes with blue eyes. It was nearly uncanny, their similar features, an ironic twist, their matching looks a strange mirror of each other. It was a bit disturbing, their similarity like looking into a distorted reflection, the sight almost funny yet somehow unsettling. Despite her smaller stature, they could have been brother and sister, their features so similar yet so different.

"Hey, look who finally decided to join us!" Finn exclaimed, her voice sharp and irritating, her tone dripping with sarcasm. She laughed, the sound like nails on a chalkboard, her over-exaggerated movements a display of her obnoxiousness as she continued, "We were starting to think you were a ghost, you know, with how much you avoid us!" She smirked, her eyes glimmering with mischief, the comment meant to be playful but only further irritating me.