His eyes fluttered, he could feel sleep pulling him in...
I won't give up on you
These scars won't tear us apart
So don't give up on me
It's not too late for us
And I'll save you from yourself
And I'll save you from yourself
He listened to the lyrics, his eyes closed and listening to Oli Sykes vocals straining themselves, and the fast drumming hammered his eardrums. He tapped his feet, unable to control himself. A small smile creeped its way onto his face. He was in his own little world.
“What’s this?!” was the shout that echoed through the darkness into Dale’s brain and he opened his eyes.
“What is it?” Dale mumbled.
“A letter!” his father growled, low and fierce. “Why have you got a letter, you stupid boy?"
“I…It must be my entrance exam results-“ he began, feeling the usual dread flood back to him.
“SHUT UP!” his father roared.
The fear clouded over. The pain flooded his brain. His neck twitched. He hated.
“STUPID, USELESS BOY!” His father screamed.
Dale woke up in sweat, anger flooding his chest uncomfortably, and he breathed.
He's not here, he reminded himself. He's gone. You're fine. A dream, Dale: it was a dream.
He rolled over and sighed, pulling his bed sheets over his head and hoping sleep would come.
YOU ARE READING
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...
