Alone

tuesday

11:42 pm

STELLALUNA

"gorilla hands?"

i stare astonished at the man before me. he definitely got taller, and somehow more handsome. he had grown his short buzz cut hair into long brown curls, and the muscles over his arm were triple the size of his puny biceps two years ago.

puberty worked like magic for him, so how come it didn't for his twin brother, aaron?

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AARON

bryan laughed for two minutes straight, his head bobbing ridiculously and his hands shaking. "i'm sorry, stella, but did you just call me gorilla hands?"

she nodded, her mouth seemingly dry from having it open this whole time.

he started laughing again, unable to contain himself whatsoever. if i weren't afraid of being brutally murdered, i'd be rolling my eyes at him.

"bryan." i cleared my throat.

he settled down and took a deep breath. "alright!" he said excitedly, taking the blade in his hand and brushing the edge. "who's ready for story time?"

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AARON

"so, how are you two? the past few days been good?" he smirked, throwing the blade aimlessly towards stella. she of course dodges and makes bryan laugh hysterically.

she's glaring at him when i step in. "what the hell are you doing, dude?"

bryan won't stop laughing. it's almost sad. "you see, brother, while i hate your entire soul and want to kill you, i still have feelings for stella."

i pushed my glasses above my nose and stared at the monster in front of me. "i don't know what i even did wrong."

he somehow got hold of his knife again and is tossing it around, casually slicing skin off his hands. he doesn't even wince.

"remember two years back?" bryan tilted his head.

i don't respond.

"when you were 'all that'?"

"aaron, what's he saying?" stella asked carefully, holding her shoulder in pain from a knife swinging at her.

bryan continues and i don't answer. "you were a sophomore, and you loved girls."

i'm cringing from the revival of this memory, my sadness rekindling.

"you had a friend named stacey, do you remember her, aaron?"

"yes." i mumble.

"SPEAK LOUDER!" bryan roared to me, absolute rage leaking from his body.

"yes!" i cough, embarrassed that stella's watching me get tossed around by my twin brother.

"well, remember how stacey was a sweet girl, she had chocolate hair and warm golden skin that radiated when you touched her?" bryan moves around me slowly, poking my skin with his knife gently.

"don't you remember how she would smile whenever you kissed her, and you could feel her eyelashes fall as she closed her eyes? how that was how much she embraced the loving gesture?"

"do you remember how you killed her?" bryan's words left his lips and he watched me with disgust.

"i-i didn't kill her."

"lies!" he barked, pushing the knife through my arm. "you let her die, you let her get sick and die!"

i barely winced from the blade, because what he was saying was nowhere from truth. "bryan, she died because she had leukaemia, and it was already too late for medication."

"stacey loved me, not you!" bryan demanded, pacing with sweat dripping from his ears.

he didn't notice stella crawling from behind him with the fallen blade, and how she stabbed him literally in the back.

"i don't know who the hell this stacey girl is, but you sure as hell do not attract ladies very well." stella sighed to bryan, who crumpled to the ground.

i held my bloody wound with wrapped fingers and limped stella towards the first set of doors we found.

thankfully, we had escaped.