The Secrets Behind Them

§{Brothers & Sisters}§

Miah, where are you?

My thoughts take up the silence of the room, the head throbbing silence of the room. I don't really know what I'm even doing right now. Quite frankly, I never do. Currently, I have my body laid flat on my older brother's bed and my hand reaching up at the ceiling. Looking between my fingers and up towards the white ceiling above me, I can sort of see what looks to be energy or some sort of aura just next to my milky brown skin. The energy looks like a faint red, which isn't exactly the coolest color ever but it's fine I guess. I let my hand drop and sigh out loud. Where did Miah go this time?

I let my body slide up against the wall next to Carlos' bed, instantly grasping at my hip as I do. I keep forgetting that the reason I'm not allowed to leave my room is because I was a dumbass and fell.

Winter is a bitch.

My hips and ass feel like someone slammed a hammer into me.

I take a glimpse out the window across the room and above my bed. I hope to see Jeremiah walking up the sidewalk to our house but there's no sight of him.

While I sit here and think, I start to imagine myself on the radio. It seems like the only way to really occupy myself at the moment. After all, we all do weird stuff when we're alone right? Ha.

I sit back against the wall, preparing for the ultimate interview about my life. In my head, the radio station host spins off the show! Welcome everyone to the, uh, what's this station called? I pause the broadcast in my head and attempt to come up with a cool name for my radio station. I search the room for something. I scan my bed, finding nothing but a broken action figure laying on my pillow. There's my first word, broken. I look over Miah's bed, which is at the foot of my bed and reaches to the other wall. On his bed, he has an old newpaper article along with his gross old shoes, meaning he's either home or waking around town with no shoes on. But this is when I come up with the rest of the title, so give it up for...

Broken shoes...?

It's not the worst name I've come up with but it definitely isn't the best either.

The radio broadcast restarts, but this time I'm whispering it to myself without realizing it.

"Welcome everyone to the Broken Shoes radio station! Today we have a special guest, Gabe Carson!"

I grin to myself, putting on a "cool guy" act.

" 'Ey"

I say a little louder in a deep and attractive sounding tone. I even put up a peace sign like the awkward person I am.

"So, Gabe. Tell us about your many siblings! This is something you have yet to be asked about."

I chuckle to myself, once again putting on the "cool guy" act.

"Well, I have a lot of siblings. Five to be exact. Carlos, Neveah, Jeremiah, Dahlia, and Ellie.

Carlos, my older brother, is like the man of the house. He's usually out working or getting groceries. He's sometimes like the father I never truly got, so of course I love him. He's not that much older than me but that doesn't mean he isn't less of a father figure or whatever.

Then there's my sisters.

Dahlia and Ellie are the youngest two out of all of us. Ellie is only six right now, Dahlia is thirteen. They both like to torture you with their scary hairdos and weird girl toys or whatever. That doesn't mean I don't love them any less.

My other sister, the scary one, is Neveah. Jesus fucking christ. That's all I'm gonna say. Do not, I repeat, DO NOT piss her off."

I pause my mini speach, I can hear someone by the door. Their socks glide against the hardwood floor of our hallway. They go passed my door and further down, then back up the hall and into the livingroom. Considering how fast they were moving and how loud, it was most likely Miah. He's a fast little shit and he can't sneak around worth shit either, hence why I always won in hide-and-go-seek growing up.