Don't Listen to Your Heart

My Insanity And I

All I remember from now on is just broken pieces of broken scenes.

I remember a lot of blood, a lot of craving, a lot of rage.

I also remember my brother coming into my room, asking for money.

I don't see him since months and he comes asking for money.

I have no job. My father works everyday 24/7 to get that little much those asshole at his factory give to him, and my mother just stays at home.

My brother keeps on asking for money, and my father always makes him happy.

Huge mistake.

Do you know what he does with that money?

He buys cigarettes, smokes like a criminal, buys xbox's games over and over again.

Do you know what I would do with that money?

I would probably feed myself.

Now, find the differences.

I've always loved my brother, don't get me wrong.

But if I had the chance I would just punch him in the face, since it's now 3 years of him acting like a complete asshole.

I also remember Iris', Liz's and Donovan's worried faces, the Countess' smirk.

I barely remember me almost chocking with my own blood, I kept on spliting it on the floor.

For the rest, I can't recall a single thing.

***

"Finally, you are awake" a familiar face says with a sigh of relief, I slowly glance up at him blinking my eyes a couple of times since my vision becomes clear again.

"Don-" I start as I feel a strong pressure on my throat, my breath becomes heavy,

"Don't use your last strenght for me. You still have to completely recover, you had pretty bad cuts and bruises all over your body. Do you remember what happened?" he quietly asks holding my left hand as I feel a strong pain coming from it.

I let out a loud moan as he soon pulls his hand back.

"I'm sorry, I forgot" he says, nervously rubbing his neck.

"Is that a fire bruise?" I ask, he weakly nods.

"What the hell happened" I sigh, he takes a deep breath and start explaining.

"It was 6pm when you ran back into your room, March said.

He ran through the whole Hotel asking for help, yelling like crazy.

I got super worried, I've never heard him yelling like that.

I mean, yeah, he yells a lot. But never like he was doing in that moment.