T.W.M.A.S

Psycho's Perfect Morning 🤯

Today, like most mornings; I feel like total shit, waking up to my stupid senior brother's idiotic voice. Tossing and turning in bed all night cause I had the sickest nightmare ever...like sickest ever!

"Fuck! Why does it have to be so dark in here?" I hear him murmur, shuffling through some stuffs on my night stand.

"What the fuck are you doing?" I mumble, stirring awake.

"Looking for my bong, did you take it?" John responds. He turns on the touch on his phone to search inside my drawers.

THE FUCK?!

"You woke me all for your stupid bong? Are you fucking nuts?" I glare at him, sitting up straight so he can face my wrath.

I shield my eyes from the bright as the fucking sun light blinding me.

This boy is a true DICK! 🤦🏻‍♂️😭

"You don't have to go all doomsday on me, just here for my bong." I'm for sure he's got one of his idiotic grins plastered on his shitty face.

He continues to search for his stuff, deadly fury boiling up inside of me by the second.

"Well I don't have it. Leave my room." I want to get up from my bed so I could give it to him face to face.

John isn't as tall and meaty as I am, he's average height, caramel skin with brown, wavy hair and dark brown eyes. He loves to shhhhmoke weed more than Amanda and I squashed into one being, so no matter how much food he consumes, he'd forever be as thin as 2016 Wiz Khalifa and uncle Snoop doggy dog.

"Chill, it has to be around here, somewhere." He goes through my laundary, digging for some shit that ain't even there...My fucker of a brother decides to flip my hamper, emptying out its contents on the floor.

Arrrrrrrrrrrgggggghhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!

"Do you want to die?" I ask coolly...much too coolly in fact.

I'm trying this anger management thingy... lol lmao lmfaooo

"Huh? You wanna kill me?" He flashes his stupid teeth.

I nod and crack my fingers.

"Well, it wouldn't be your first would it?" He rhetorically asks.

My mouth legit falls to the ground, shocked as hell from what he just said to me. The shock turns into something sinister and deadly...like fire burning the depths of my chest and traveling with lighting speed up to my head, this is way different from how I felt 'bout Amanda's going to school.

Doomsday anger ?

"Get the fuck out! Get out right now!" I start to yell at this point, pushing him outta my cave.

"Calm your tits man, I was only joking." He tries to steady himself.

"I SAID GET THE FUCK OUT!" My voice goes up to the heavens.

He stares at me for what feels like a million kazillion years, he senses the anger and hatred I have for him right now. He knows how much I want and have to be alone, how much I want to bash his head against the wall repeatedly till his brains spill out his ears.

I wouldn't do any of that. Not today, not at this very moment...

I can if you want me to *full on devilish smirk*

"I'm sorry bruh, You should know I didn't mean any of that." His voice quiet sincere, he sighs heavily and heads for the door, he opens and says before leaving "I'm truly sorry baby bro."