Unstable

Chapter 1

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The whole school was a wreck after that day. A school shooting. 15 students died, over 20 were hospitalised and the rest were left utterly scarred and terrified, except for one boy. Drew Trania. Lalen Trania's younger brother. Two weeks it was before the school opened up again. Many people close to the people who died wouldn't be going back today. Lalen's brother Drew and Drew's twin brother Kahlae, were scheduled to go back to school today. Drew had already left, Kahlae, however, had what any sane person would call severe depression. But since Lalen's two younger brothers were far from sane, from their point of view he was just fine. Drew's close friend Adam died at the shooting, a tragic loss for all families and friends around. But not for Drew, he went to football practice and ate ice cream that day. That's when Lalen had started to worry, wondering if it was a coping mechanism or Drew really just did not care. Kahlae was different, he cared alright, almost too much. He got very emotional very easily. He was paranoid, way too self aware, everywhere he went he was complaining and worrying about the people following even though there was never anyone there. He would sometimes scream when they were at home, scream about the voices in his head, the headaches and the anxiety. He would often obsess over over meaningless things and events and struggled with sleep and sitting still way more severely than any other person did. They'd taken him to the doctors several times. They'd always sent him away with a recommended therapist and some weak anxiety medication insisting it was just anxiety. Lalen had never been truly sickened with worry for his brother like he was today.
"I've tried everything, Lalen. That kid will not get out of bed." His mother says, distressed, as she passes him and heads into the open living room. He nods at her and gives her a reassuring pat on her back and runs up the stairs to his brothers room. Kahlae was laid under the covers, facing the wall, curled up in a ball on the bottom bunk.
"Hey, sleepy. Time to get up. School today. Drew's already there, waitin' for ya'." Lalen sits in the edge of his brothers bed and attempts to pull back the covers from off his head, but Kahlae groans and pulls them tighter over his head, edging closer towards the wall.
"Wanna tell what's wrong, Kal?" He puts a sympathetic hand on his brothers back but he doesn't respond. He grows frustrated in his 13 year old brother for ignoring him but then quickly calms down and brushes it off. He's the one who's two years older here not Kahlae. He has to be understanding.
"Kahlae?" He says his brothers name again and feels his feet move under the thick covers.
"Leave me alone. Don't talk. The voices will hear you and they'll laugh." His brother speaks softly but he can hear his voice is breaking and shaky, and can see his body trembling.
"What voices? There's nobody here, Kahlae. Come on just get u-"
"Shut up! Shut up! You must be quiet! Or go away!"
His brother suddenly yells over him, making him jump a few centimetres into the air. He suddenly becomes sickeningly worried and concerned for his younger brother. Something was seriously wrong with him, and he needed urgent help. He shook his head and left the room without saying another word, not wanting to set him off again. Lalen didn't go to school. He finished when he turned 15 and had a home tutor and stayed home to help his mum, but he knew one thing was for sure, school was in no way a good place for Kahlae to be right now. Especially being as messed up as he was at the moment. He ran into his mum cleaning in the kitchen and made the effort to bring up Kahlae.
"Something seriously wrong with that kid. He needs urgent help, mum." He turned to her and she nodded.
"Gonna call in a psychiatrist tomorrow. For both of them." Lalen was confused. Both of them? What did she mean? He gave her a confused look and she just looked tired and over all the stress and worry.
"Just got a call from school about Drew. They're saying there's something wrong with him. Apparently the school shooting has no affect on him and the other kids are scared of him. Saying he's either a psychopath, sociopath or whatever." She fake smiles and raised her eyebrows.
"Oh, god." He looked at her, shocked.
"Mhmm." She headed towards the front door and Lalen insisted on going with her.
"They wanna talk to me. About
him." She had nothing but pure worry on her face.
"Do you think Kahlae will worry where we are?" He looked at her, worried himself.
"Nah. He won't get up today." She said bluntly as they stepped outside.
"What? How do you know?" He suddenly became intrigued.
"Thinking he has something like schizophrenia."
"What the hell is that?" He asked, confused and worried yet still intrigued, as they got into the car.
"A psychological disorder. Pretty serious." His mother explained as she started the car.
"Wow." He sat there in utter disbelief as they drove off towards the school.
"Yep. We got some pretty messed up family members, hey?" She laughed.
"You can say that again."