"Dale!"
Iyden was running towards him, holding something small and black in his hands. It was the Samsung Galaxy, shiny and new.
"Hey, Iyden." Dale sniffed, smiling a little."You alright?"
Iyden had his sleeves rolled up and skin showing, covered with scars, but no new ones. They were thin, pinkish lines that were etched onto his skin angrily, and the arms themselves were painfully skinny.
He held out his phone at arms length.
"Yeah! Look! I got a phone!" Iyden cried, and Dale smiled.
"It's cool." he said simply as they went into the school building. "How'd you get it?"
"Haydrian got it for me. He's great like that." Iyden smiled. Dale'd never seen him that happy, and he wondered if Haydrian was as great as Iyden made him out to be. He breathed deeply and opened the door to the classroom, both of them walking into the room and sitting at the back together.
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"So, what's your number?" Iyden asked half way through maths. Dale glanced at him over his simultaneous equations and paused.
"Erm, I think it's-"
"Hold on!" Iyden hissed, and brought out his sketch book. He flipped to the nearest clean page except for a few minor sketches, and poised his pen at the ready.
"I think it's 07..." and he continued the rest of his number.
Iyden smiled as he wrote Dale's name above the number, and went to shut the sketbook before Dale's hand slipped under it and the leather bound book was pulled to Iyden's left. Iyden heard the book slap onto the table, the sound of leather on wood.
Dale flipped through it, and he felt panick forming.
"You shouldn't look through others stuff." he said in a bored tone, feeling his heart pound uncomfortably in his chest.
"You shouldn't draw so well...these are amazing!" Dale gasped as he spotted a sketch of an apple. He ran his hand absent mindedly over the sketch, almost expecting it to actually be an apple: he didn't know someone could make something look so real.
He came to a page completely covered in black scribbles, except for an incredibly detailed face in the middle. The face was lighter that the dark scribbles, and Dale could see the curves int eh face, the slight wrinkles, the twisted twinkle in the eye-
Suddenly, Dale's stomach flipped painfully.
He wished Iyden wasn't so good at drawing- because Dale recognised that face.
He shut the book forcefully and slid it back over to Iyden, who was frowning. He's like an animal- he can sense fear. Dale thought sourly.
"What's wrong?" the boy asked, tucking a small strand of dark hair from his face. The dark shadows under his eyes seemed to stand out today.
"Nothing. They're really good." Dale grumbled, and went back to his equasions.
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Oooooh, who could the face be? ;)
Keep reading to find out- I hope you like this story so far, I love writing it!
Much love, Jaz xxx
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Dear Brother
Short StoryLife is full of struggles. Haydrian, a student, lives with his younger brother Iyden to protect him from the world's worries and fears. Something happened to Iyden, and he can not talk about it, but it is etched onto his fragile memory. Living alone...
