Experiment of Madness

23-Silent Tension-Dag

I direct my attention back to Octavia, my gaze seeking answers, waiting for her to speak and explain what happened in the bathroom.

Octavia sighs, dismissing the altercation as just a minor fight. She explains, "It was a minor fight, you know Britney and Claire. They're like bees." Her voice carries a hint of nonchalance, brushing off the incident as a trivial clash.

"That's why you almost killed Britney and beat the shit out of Claire?"
Octavia avoids my direct question. Her silence speaks volumes, and she attempts to defend herself, her tone defensive. My words seem to catch her off guard, and I'm sure she knows I'm getting impatient with her lack of answers.

Her hesitation grows more apparent, and my suspicion about her not telling the truth. I call her out. "You're lying," my voice sharp and authoritative.

My tone softens as I look directly into her eyes, my love and loyalty unwavering. "Look, I'm here for you. I'll always be here for you. I love you, you're my sister, my blood. "My words carry sincerity, attempting to instill a sense of comfort and remind her of my love and loyalty towards her.

Even if I don't show it, I'll always be there for her and love her. That was the truth.

Octavia seems to soften a bit, holding my hand, her tone apologetic. "I promise, Dag, it was just a minor fight. I was just sad that Jett wasn't here and angry. I took it out on Claire." She explains, her words revealing her emotions and the catalyst behind the altercation. She holds my hand, the touch a silent plea for understanding.

I take a deep breath, processing her confession. My eyes meet hers, my grip on her hand tightening slightly. "You can't lash out like that," my voice carries both frustration and concern.

I hold her gaze, concern mixing with frustration. "You have to be careful. Think logically, I know you can think logically. Then why did you have to lash out like that?" My question lingers, urging her to consider her actions and the consequences of letting emotions control her.

She reveals her struggles, her voice softer. "I just couldn't do it," she murmurs, her admission showing that her emotions overpowered her rationality in that moment. My grip on her hand softens.

"I suppose you took care of Britney,"

"I did."

I hold her gaze, my tone commanding. "Stay away from them," I instruct her, trying to protect her from future incidents.
I nod in agreement, acknowledging her point. "This year, they'll graduate anyway." I remind her that their time together will soon come to an end, and the current issues will become less of a concern.

I turn my gaze to Sasha, my command firm. "You too, Sasha, stay away from them," I repeat the instruction, making my protective intent clear for her as well.

Sasha nods in understanding, her eyes acknowledging my warning.

I meet my sister's eyes, placing my hands gently on her shoulders, concern etched on my face. I ask, "Are you sure you're okay?" My tone conveys worry, searching for any hint of lingering emotions or distress.

She assures me, trying to brush off any lingering concerns. "I'm don't worry.Let's just forget it,"

I sigh, my shoulders slumping a bit, resigned to let the matter rest for the time being. "Alright," I reply softly, trying to convince myself to forget about it, though worry still lingers in the back of my mind.

I hesitate for a moment, my worry still gnawing at me. But I reluctantly nod, trying to push it aside and focus on the task at hand. "Go ahead, I'm after you guys," I finally say, letting them go and following behind them, my mind still clouded by the worry for my sister and the lingering frustration with her actions.

My thoughts linger on the incident, a mix of worry for her actions and frustration with her recklessness. If she's going to engage in such behaviors, at least she shouldn't do it so openly, I think wryly, the thought a bitter reminder of the situation. While I don't want her to partake in such violent actions, if she's not willing to heed my words, the least she could do is try to be discreet, avoiding any unnecessary attention or trouble.

The day continued on normally, as if nothing had occurred in the bathroom. The tension from the altercation had subsided, and the silence in the school indicated that no one had spoken a word about the incident. It seemed that the incident had been kept under wraps, with no one daring to breathe a word to anyone.

I noticed Finn chatting with Octavia, Sasha smiling beside them while watching Will and Fane playing basketball.

Fane looked up and caught my eye, a  grin on his face, and he waved at me.

I waved back, offering a small gesture of acknowledgement before turning and continuing to walk away, keeping some distance from them.

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I walked into the dorm room, my presence unnoticed by Aerra, who was busy playing with the small souvenir she had acquired. She doesn't even glance my way, her focus solely on her own world as she plays.

I observe Aerra, noticing her seemingly annoyed demeanor and lack of response to my presence. I roll my eyes, the soundlessness and the fact that she didn't even look at me or acknowledge me confirming her sulking.

I brush off her behavior, trying to convince myself that it doesn't matter to me, pretending to be indifferent to her sulking. "Doesn't matter. It's not like I care." I mutter, though a small part of me finds her sulking somewhat irritating, making it hard for me to completely ignore her behavior.

I move over to the far side of the room, creating some distance, pretending to be detached from her mood, even though her sulking continues to linger in the back of my mind, a nagging annoyance.

I turn to the desk, pulling out the files and notes I had hidden, focusing my attention on the materials, hoping to distract myself from the ongoing sulking. I open them up, flipping through the contents.

I glance at Aerra, my attention momentarily diverted. She looked at me, and I found her glancing at me, her eyes shifting to meet mine. We glance at each other briefly before we both turn away, neither of us speaking a word.

The silence lingers, neither of us speaking, the tension palpable. I continue looking through the notes, attempting to focus on my work, but the awareness of her presence and her glances adds an undercurrent of tension to the otherwise silent room.

The atmosphere remains tense, a heavy silence lingering between us. I try to focus back on the notes, my eyes skimming over the words, but the awareness of her glances and the unspoken tension in the room makes it challenging to concentrate.

I can't resist the temptation to occasionally sneak a glance at her, just to check if she's still looking at me or if her attention has shifted elsewhere.

My eyes meet hers, and my gaze lingers for a moment. This back-and-forth glances continues, the silent tension hanging between us without any interaction.

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