Self Riotous

1.

Bryson; present time.

"No girl. Yes I know, but-" Brook huffed as she walked around our huge apartment, on the phone with one of her home girls.

I sat at the dining room table, searching for job applications on my laptop as I sipped on the hot tea in my mug.

Since it was currently flu season and the middle of winter, I had caught a cold a few days ago and I felt terrible, but I still managed to make some use of myself and finally search for a job.

Every since the incident and our move to Manhattan, I had been in depression.

Seeing something like what I had witnessed had effected me deeply.

Imagine seeing your own mother lying there.... then knowing she had pulled the trigger on herself. That image will forever haunt me and it was nothing I could do about that.

Even though Brooks job pays enough to provide for both of us, I felt useless sitting around all day as she went out and paid the bills.

And it was not good for me to sit around by myself, cause that would give me time to think. Thinking turns to plans, plans turn to actions.

A while later of eaves dropping on Brooklyn's conversation and searching, I had ran out of my tea and went to the kitchen to refill my cup.

The ringing of our buzzer had sounded through and Brook rushed to the door, allowing the person to enter the building after seeing it was one of her girls, I'm assuming.

"Bry, open that door for me when she comes up, will you?" Brook yelled to me.

She didn't give me time to respond, though it would have been a simple 'okay', as she ran down the hall.

I sighed to myself, placing my cup of water into the microwave. Our doorbell sounded again, this time being someone at our actual door.

I walked to the door and opened it after seeing it Brooks best friend, a girl I had seen plenty of times before.

She was a year older than me and two years younger than my sister. She greeted me with a friendly smile.

"Hey Bryson." She said to me, as I was used to hearing the same greeting every time I opened the door for her.

"Hey Raven." I mumbled to her, going back to the kitchen to retrieve my now hot water from the microwave.

"Brookie, I'm here!" I heard her yell down the hallway to my sister as I made my tea, then made my way back to my spot in the dining room.

"Bry, I'll be back later okay?" Brooklyn came into the dining room minutes later.

I looked up at her. "Okay." My voice was scratchy from the cold.

"You need me to bring you anything?" She asked. "Uhm, some Niqule would be nice. And Genger Ale." I responded.

"Alrighty. I got you. I love you okay?" She said to me.

Ever since moms passing, Brook and I had seemed to make sure we told each other we loved each other everyday.

I gave a weak smile. "Love you too sis." I said. She smiled much wider than me.

"Alright, I'll see you later." And with that, she and Raven were out the door.

Silence filled our apartment as I continued my search.

I applied for a few jobs that caught my interest as I continued drinking my tea, enjoying the silence to myself.

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**few hours later**

Bryson.

I laid on my bed, staring up at my ceiling. I took steady breaths, trying to make my headache go away since I was out of pain killers.

"Fuck!" I sighed out dramatically. Closing my eyes for a little while, I opened them again and retrieved my phone from under my pillow.

BryBry: Brook, can you get me some pain killers while your out as well? Thanks sis -7:43pm.

Brookie: yeah, no problem lil bro. Love you -7:45pm.

BryBry: I love you 2 -7:45pm.

I shut off my phone and put it back under my pillow. After a while of just sitting, I felt myself falling asleep before I heard the door open.

I got up, leaving my room and going down the hall to see Brook and Raven carrying a shit load of bags.

"Here let me get them." I offered to take Brooklyn's to her room. She handed them to me and I went down the long hallway to her room.

Placing all her bags on the bed, I walked back out to where they were.

"Here Bry." Brook handed me a bag with everything I asked her to get and then some. "Thanks Brookie." I genuinely smiled, ruffling her hair.

"Yeah yeah. Your welcome and quit touching my hair boy." She slapped my hand away with a laugh.

I gave a small laugh as I walked to the kitchen, getting out the extra cans of soup she got me.

I prepared my food and another cup of tea, pouring a little bit of Niqule into it so I could go to sleep after I ate.

"How was the job search?" Brooklyn asked me, going into the fridge and getting a bottled water.

"It was okay. I applied for like two of them, so now I'ma wait and see who calls back." I shrugged.

"Bryson, you know I got us right?" Brooklyn sighed. I turned towards her.

"I know you do, but you know how much I don't like sitting at the house Brook. I can't just sit around and let you be the man of the house, taking care of bills and such." I said.

"I feel you. I really do. I'm just trying to make sure you don't feel pressured to get a job Bry, that's all." She said.

"I know. And I don't. Brook, I just..when I sit around all day and stuff, it gives me time to think and I hate thinking because it always leads down to..." I sighed and she came over to me, hugging me tightly.

"I understand Bry. We're going to be okay. Don't you ever forget that, alright? We'll get through this. Together." She sniffled as her voice broke and I knew she was crying.

I nodded as she laid her head against my chest. My eyes watered but no tears fell as I hugged her back.

We'll get through this. I thought.

Together.

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Hey everyone.

This a little short chapter but I hope y'all enjoyed! How y'all feeling about this one? Should I continue on?

Any who, Pills and Potions will be updated soon. I know the update for that has been lonngg over do, but I'm currently finishing up soo. Yeah lol.

Thanks for reading, your appreciated❤

-Nessa.