Me and my Brothers

Chapter 14~Christmas Miracle

Christmas, the time of year where everyone is happy, and you get to eat as many cookies as you want without anyone judging you. Even I'm happy, and my life has turned to utter shit. I've tried to avoid all human interaction since the leeches and I had that "friendly" chat. I don't have any friends at school, so no one really noticed my behavior change. The only people who would notice would be my brothers, who don't really care about me anymore. 

All that aside, it's almost Christmas! Christmas is my favorite time of year, everyone is just so happy, and people are in the mood to give. It's like every year for about a month, we experience a little taste of peace on earth. I could care less about the gifts. I mean sure I like to receive them but I absolutely love to give them! The look on people's faces when they open a present is so heartwarming. I always get my brothers something, and I always know what to get them because I'm with them 24/7. But lately, I feel like I don't even know them. 

I also love Christmas Break, if only I was on break right now. The only thing I really want for Christmas is my brothers to love me again, but that would take a Christmas miracle. We haven't even put up the trees yet! We have always put the trees up the day after Thanksgiving, but it's December 3rd, and there are no trees in sight. All the boys are out with their girlfriends. I've stopped waiting to see if they are going to come and check on me, now I just go to bed with no kiss goodnight. Sophia just confirmed all of my fears, my brothers don't love me anymore. I brush my teeth and climb the stairs to my bed. I let my blankets act as a barrier between me and my problems and slip off into a dreamless sleep. 

I love Christmas, but I sure do hate alarm clocks, especially on a cold Monday morning. I wonder if skipping school because my blankets have accepted me as one of their own is an actual excuse I could use? Deciding it's not, I get out of bed. I chose to wear a forest green sweater, blue jeans, and some tan vans. I grab my backpack, walk out my bedroom door, and wait for my brothers to drive me to school. Car rides are always so awkward now. Once at school, I go to my locker and get everything I need out. Once I do, I head to 1st period. By 5th period I'm ready to go home and watch Netflix. I'm literally done with all of these people. Finn is an idiot, which we all know. I'm getting my jacket out of my locker because I'm literally freezing when the locker door slams shut—Finn freaking Hall.

"Hey fag, have an early Christmas present for you." He says, holding up a Reese Cup.

Wonderful the one thing I'm allergic to, and he knows it.

This boy is absolutely psycho. He needs to be admitted to a mental ward because he is going to literally try to kill me. Before I know what's happening, he's shoving me into the closest janitor's closet, conveniently located beside my locker. Great. Once the door shuts behind us, He pushes me to the ground and climbs on top of me. He's sitting on my rib cage, putting all of his weight on me. He pushes my hands above my head with one hand, while he opens the candy with the other. He places his thumb and pointer finger on each side of my mouth and pries it open. All the while, I'm thrashing around trying to get free, but it's no use. He outweighs me by a long shot. One he gets he chocolatey doom into my mouth, he holds my nose and clamps my mouth shut, so I either chew or pass out.

It's not like I need to chew. Just having it in my mouth will make me swell up, but chewing is life-threatening, and I'm sure that's what Finn wants. I give in and chew. Once I swallowed, he gets off and me and walks out the door. Leaving me in here to hyperventilate. My breathing is already ragged from my swelling tongue. My whole body is starting to itch. I begin to panic, because this isn't now I want to go out. I would rather not die beside a mop bucket. I just want my brothers, even if they don't care about me anymore. Somewhere in my panic attack, I call Andrew.

                                                                            ~Andrew P.O.V~

"With a raise of hands who thinks Romeo and Juliet's love was an example of true love? ," I ask my class.