Experiment of Madness

22- The Bathroom Showdown-Dag

I walk through the hallways, turning a corner to find a quiet spot. I dial Gunnar's number, my eyes scanning the surroundings, ensuring the privacy of the conversation.

Gunnar's voice comes through the line, a hint of amusement in his tone. "Now who's the one who's worried?" he replies, his humor evident even through the phone.

"Are you okay?"

Gunnar responds, his voice carrying a hint of uncertainty, but he tries to sound nonchalant. "I'm okay," he assures me, his tone a mix of reassurance and defensiveness.

Gunnar's tone softens, his voice carrying a hint of vulnerability. "I miss you guys, especially Finn," he admits, his words affection for Finn.

Gunnar's tone becomes more cautious, his hesitation evident. He knows what I'm asking about, but he tries to sidestep the topic. "I know what you're asking about." His voice reveals the awareness of the delicate question.

Gunnar exhales, "I'm winning," he assures me, his tone carrying a hint of optimism, his confidence showing, but I can tell he's surprised I didn't push harder for details.

"Dag, I didn't tell you so you could worry. I told you because I knew I could trust you." He acknowledges my trustworthiness, the weight of his words carrying gratitude.

Gunnar's words ring in the air, and I sigh quietly, his trust in me not lost on me. I appreciate his honesty, though I still feel slightly protective, which is annoying.

I can't help it. Unfortunately, we share one blood. I can't help but feel worried .
"I'm not like Ivarsen. I'd like to be, but I'm not."

Gunnar's laugh carries a bitter edge, his tone introspective. "Believe me. I know how that feels. And trust me, no one can be like Ivarsen, and that's kind of a good thing." His voice is tinged with a mix of bitterness, understanding, and acceptance.

"Not feeling might be good, but in the end, it's isolating, leaving you in a dark place." The weight of his experiences hangs heavy, the isolation he's felt lingering in his tone.

Gunnar sighs, his voice still tinged with bitterness, acknowledging the truth of my words. "You can't endure this, neither can I. The only one who can is Ivarsen, and that's unfortunate." His words reflect acceptance, but his disdain for the situation is palpable.

"You have become old .You're what twenty."

"Yeah, yeah, I'm twenty." His voice reflects his annoyance at being reminded of his age, even though he knows it's not that old.

I smile slightly to myself, Gunnar's annoyance evident in his response. Even though he's only twenty, he's feeling ancient, and I can hear it in his voice.

I'm startled by the voice, a girl yelling somewhere, cursing and sounding aggressive.

I recognize the voice, feeling a mix of surprise and irritation. "Is that my sister?" I mutter, the sound of her angry cussing audible.

"I'll call you later, Gunnar."
Gunnar responds, his tone tinged with concern and understanding. "Alright, call me later." His voice carries worry for me, knowing the family drama that's likely unfolding.

The yelling from the girl's bathroom grows louder, and I can tell it's escalating. It sounds like multiple girls engaged in some heated confrontation.

I quickly run toward the girl's bathroom, my mind racing with alarm, wondering what on earth is happening in there. The yelling continues to escalate, and I hurry to find out what's going on.

I arrive at the bathroom scene, and the chaos unfolds before me. Octavia is furiously beating up Claire, and Sasha urgently tries to pull Octavia away. The tension is palpable, and the sounds of struggle fill the air.