No Faces (Hitaus)

TWO

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When our parents abandoned us, I thought it was a wonderful excuse to use whenever something terrible happened to me or anyone else I cared about. I always blamed our parents of the mistakes we did because their absence was louder than the traffic booming outside, it tore our ears from the inside out and took our scarred hearts with the increasing sound. Till this day, none of my siblings had asked for them. Not even a peep of the word 'mom' or 'dad' came from their mouths as if it was a sacred word to say. I found it weird how none of my siblings mentioned our parents, but I wasn't sure if that was good or bad. Finland, the oldest of us all might've seen some stuff when we were younger, but he claimed I saw more. Perhaps he said that because he knew how painful it was for him to open his eyes back in the day. Sometimes, that kind of depression hits hard, and it never stopped until the prey fell to its knees so they can bow to the predator.

Though, family didn't come as easy to understand as we wanted. It was difficult to comprehend in an atmosphere so toxic, you couldn't breathe in fresh air if you needed to. We knew we looked differently from each other. We knew the genes in our eyes, hairs, skins, genders didn't coincide. Then, people would stare for the longest time, and squinted their identical eyes when we called ourselves family. At least, that's what I saw in my dream before I'm awoken by a herd of kids jumping on my bed like it's already Christmas morning, so I was absolutely more confused than ever, and cranky. Peeling my glued eyes apart, I spotted Skye, Eugene, and Navid smashing each other with floppy pillows and rough textured shoes that collected dust overnight on the ground. Laughter wasn't the only sound that woke me up. Squeals like excited pigs prompted me to lay up.

Eugene gave a good smack to the face of Skye who fell off the bed, and landed on her arm. I gasped, worried she might've caught a nasty gash. Unfortunately, life insurance was not a thing all of us had, so letting some siblings go out to make money during the day always made me paranoid. What if one of them got shot? What if they died? I shook my head, trying to knock out the headache that stung like an angry bee. I shoved both Eugene, and Navid off the bed before returning back to bed. Navid accused me of having the strength of the hulk, and Eugene tried to hide his short chuckle that exposed his small dimples. Navid retrieved his thick-rimmed glasses from the ground, and blew off a whole lot of dirt that slowly fell in the thick air. It was so hot; I could barely breathe clearly. Skye basically dragged me out of my bed, which caused my brown hair to scatter across my face chaotically. Tapping her head, I managed to leave her grasp.

Yelling at everyone in my room, they all froze to the suddenness. I then yawned lazily, forgetting what I wanted to say. I asked Skye what was going on, and she responded with a concerned face. I curled my mouth, arching my eyes toward the door. I got up, pulling my hair into a mini pony-tail, but it ended up being a disaster. I put my bunny slippers on, and let them slap against the floor. Someone far, far away was vomiting in a toilet we used on a daily. The door was slightly open, and I could see that man hunched over the toilet, letting his stomach do all the talking. I tried not to cringe, but the sound of the vomiting was quite unsettling. The kids stood behind me, Skye pinching her brown nose, Navid snickering, and Eugene being Eugene.

"That guy has been like this for four days already. Jeez, all he does is eat, shit, sleep, repeat. In that exact order." Navid complained, sticking his tongue out. I slapped his shoulder, hushing him up quickly.

Skye raised her hand. "Ooh! It's like a dog. Except doggies are cuter."

"You also forgot that he showers Navid. At least he does that." Eugene pointed out, which caused Navid to push his glasses back to his face. I sighed, guiding them downstairs, but their older brothers blocked the stairwell coming up. Finland stopped for a moment, hearing the man vomit. I rolled my eyes, and continued to tell the kids to leave.