House of wax I. - Coming back

5. Brothers, (in)sanity and memory

I'm back! and with me next chapter of 'House of wax' and it's gonna be about Bo and Vincent after Lisa left. Hope you'll like it!

27th of April
Bo

She left. I didn't know if I should be happy or nah, but then I began to see some advantages in that. I loved her. Or did I? Hehe. Yep, she was damn hot, fresh „meat", but I thought there was something more in it. We could be a „sweet couple", I grinned. A weird things happened in the town. Last nights I was pretty angry, I can't quite remember what I did last night. Yesterday I was walking through the woods, when I saw the dead body of that afro-american girl. I was about check on her, she looked pretty dead. But then I heard some cops, so I took her and hid her somewhere. I can't remember where. If the cops won't find her, I am okay. I was scared I don't have "good relationship" with cops. At 19:00 o'clock I closed the damn gas station and went home. I saw that old Baillif, starring from her window at me. Gosh I hate this old yenta. I came home and I heard some song coming out of the gramophone. „Vincent!?" He was there. He made some waffles. He was standing in kitchen, mask down and eating waffle. He doesn't even look like me or act like me, how am I supposed to know, that he's my real twin. Maybe it's just a drivel. „Lisa left! Hehe, finally calm here, right?" „I -now." He nodded his head and kept looking at me curiously. „What?" His sight was kinda disquieting me. „Don't tell me you're sad! You never thought, that she truly loves you, right? Cause she never did... She knew well, she's gonna move, she just wanted to play a little...game. J-just don't tell me, that you trusted her!?" I laughed. Vincent will believe this. He believes everything I tell him. He put half-eaten waffle down, banged with a plate, took his mask, pushed me and left. What's wrong with him? I don't care... I took waffles and sat down. Yummy.

Vincent

Just as my brother walked in the house I knew, that he is thinking 'bout manipulating with me. I think he knows, that Lisa left. So when he told me, I just kept starring at him. She was my weakness. Especially after last night. „Don't tell me you're sad!? You never thought, that she truly loves you, right? Cause she never did... She knew well, she's gonna move, she just wanted to play a little...game. J-just don't tell me, that you trusted her!?" Bo laughed. It wasn't really nice from him. I was supporting him, I was telling him, how to get her, how to act and so. I really wished him a nice girlfriend. It was not my fault. The way it ended up. And what he said? It just can't be true! I took my mask, pushed him and slammed my door. I went straight to a bookshelf and took out the „Psychology" book, opened it on the page 113 and I took out of it the papers. The results of Bolton's psychological tests. He never saw it. He was there just once, but he hated it. He just can't admit, that he would be psychically ill. Diagnosis, shortly; symptoms of split personality, short moments of memory loss (in case it'd be getting longer, he should visit a doctor). Split personality. It's like he has two brains. One good and one bad. I think it's time for him to see it.
The next day, when he went to the gas station, I put it in cupboard and got back to my room to make small sculptures. Gosh I made like two of them? I was so sad, because it reminded me of Lisa so bad. So I just laid on the bed and read some book. I don't even know what was the book about. I was just thinking on HER.

Bo

I got home really late. There was an old broken car. I was doing everything I could and luckily(!) it helped. I would get freakin mad if not. I was pretty hungry. I took plate, put toasts on it and then headed to cubboard. I like my evening tea. Vincent is probably sleeping and Joe, is somewhere. Taking care of his f*cking dead animals. I was about to take my cup, but I saw there some papers. Psycho-logical test, huh? Probably Joe's... But wait. Dr. Allan Hill, I know that guy! I was there once. Oh, there we go> Patient: Bolton Nicholas Sinclair. I hate my middle-name. It's dumb. Like my parents. I had to grew up and take care of my two weird bros. Eventhough, I'm the youngest. Tell me, what kind of parents would do that? Just die... I don't blame my mom. But dad. He just shot himself like "Fuck you, babies and take care of yourself". I kept reading and I realized something. Memory loss? Split personality? Like I have two brains...
Maybe I could try to remember what happened yesterday. Maybe I saw the murderer of the afro-american girl. And maybe not. Whatever. I can try at least. I sat on the ground and kept thinking about it. All I could remember some room. Like under-ground, lot of wax. I think it could be in the tunnel, that connects our house with the wax house. I fastly stood up and ran there. I almost passed out. I came there and I saw 2 dead bodies. One of the guy, Deverion, and his sister. Could I kill them? NO-no-no, no way! Urgh! I sat slowly down, It just couldn't be true. Anyway I gotta do something with them. I got to hide them pretty well. After like an hour I got an idea. VINCENT!

I hope you enjoyed this "short" episode, which was supposed to show the relationship between two brothers and their sanity. Leave a comment and I'll post next chapter very soon.