"Resentment is like drinking poison and hoping it will kill your enemies." ― Nelson Mandela
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"....could you just leave her with a guy?!" a familiar voice said.
"I'm sorry, Aiden..." Eevee's usually cheerful voice seemed worried and her voice was shaking. Her voice became inaudible for a moment, then continuing, "I'm just...sorry. I didn't mean to..." her voice faded again.
I could feel a hammer banging inside my head trying to crack its way out of my skull, which pulsated, and I tried to stop feeling for a moment, just to drift back to where I was before I heard all this, but I couldn't move but could feel.
"I just... fuck it, I knew this would all happen... I knew you wouldn't be FUCKING RESPONSIBLE ENOUGH!" Aiden's voice blared from outside the door.
There was no reply, no apology, no explanation given by Eevee.
"Just... FUCK YOU!" Aiden screamed. "Fuck you, fuck you, FUCK YOU."
"Calm down, Aiden..." Eevee said.
"NO! WHAT THE FUCK. YOU PUT ME IN ENOUGH BULLSHIT BEFORE!" Aiden's voice boomed. "AND NOW YOU WANNA MESS WITH THE ONLY THING I FUCKING LIVE AND CARE FOR?...I'M SORRY, BUT NO! STAY THE FUCK AWAY FROM HER, DO YOU HEAR ME?"
The place was so silent for a moment that it was almost eerie, when the door creaked open.
I was asleep, but not asleep enough not to hear what they were saying, yet wasn't awake enough to talk or move.
"...I'm sorry, Aiden." Eevee began, "you really do care about her, don't you?"
"Yeah, fuck it... yeah." Aiden was crying.
It was so weird to hear him cry – I haven't heard him cry for a long time.
Aiden's voice was muffled, I suppose it was because at some point, Eevee hugged him or something whilst he ranted.
"I just... I've lost everything, okay. I need her. She's so innocent, so smart, so beautiful and I love her more than everything I've ever had. She's so perfect and tidy and so plain, yet I don't want her to be anything else. I've seen how shitty this world has been. I've seen... I've seen so many dark days where there was no light." Aiden sobbed.
"I don't...ever want to lose who she was, is... I don't want you to change her."
"She's all I ever..."
My brain lost grip again, and everything turned black.
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The sunlight danced on my eyelids and I opened my eyes, seeing Aiden right above me, looking at me as if I was a tiny baby. His eyes had dark circles, and I could tell he hasn't slept a wink since the sobbing episode he had earlier.
"Hey, sis," he patted my head. "How are you?"
The hammer in my head banged again, and I winced. "Bad?...Wait no..."
He looked at me confused.
"...Probably... really shitty...would be a better way to describe it." I half-smiled.
He nodded tiredly. "Sorry if I woke you up with the screaming," he said.
"It's fine..." And it really was fine. I felt bad that he had to stay up the entire night just watching me, even though it was a Friday night.
I opened my mouth to ask him what it was all about, what the ratchet was, but he put his finger on my lips.
"No more questions, sis. Get your ass to the shower." He smiled and as if on cue, someone knocked on the door.
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The Price of Beauty
أدب المراهقينSimple name. Simple hair. Simple life. Claire Johnson was the exact image of a completely simple girl. And maybe she was, until she wanted to be more than that, or perhaps, realised she could be more than that. But what was the price of beauty? ...
