Unstable

Chapter 2

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They arrived at school and were greeted by Drew himself.
"Yo! Hey family!" He gave them both huge hugs and Lalen and his mother gave each other nervous glances.
They followed Drew into the front office and were welcomed by several teachers working and sitting in the office.
"Right. Who wants to talk to me?" Lalen's mum looked too tired for conversation, she just wanted to get it over with.
"This is my brother, miss. He's my best mate, right, Lalen?" Drew came over to him and put a strong arm tightly around him, painfully squeezing his shoulder with his tough hands. His eyes were around level with Lalen's nose. When he made eye contact he didn't flinch or move a muscle, his huge, deep brown eyes staring intensely at him, feeling like they were burning holes through him.
"Yeah." Lalen tried to be cool and ruffled his brothers wavy, long brown hair.
Drew let go of him and Lalen pulled away so quickly he got a strange look from a couple of the teachers.
"Okay. I'm the one who needs to talk to you. Drew, stay here." The teacher directed him but Drew suddenly freaked out.
"No! I need to be with my brother!" He hung onto Lalen and Lalen recoiled in surprise.
"Drew. Don't be be a baby. Come on. Just st-"
"No! I have to stay with you! And you can't stop me!" He was yelling louder than Lalen had ever heard him yell before. Lalen suddenly stepped closer to his brother and took his slim face in his hands, holding onto him with all the strength he had.
"Drew. I'm here, okay? I'm here, buddy. Calm down. It's okay. I'm gonna be in there for a few minutes." Drew's usually perfectly tanned face was bright red, a single vain was popping out of his forehead. He'd never seen his brother so upset. It made him unimaginably scared.
"No...Lalen...I have to stay with you..." he gripped onto Lalen's arm so tight it began to hurt.
"Why? You've never needed me before. Why now?" He let go of his brothers face and became stern.
"Kahlae left me. He screams when I yell. It makes my ears hurt. You don't scream. You calm me down." Lalen was so deeply disturbed by what he had just heard he struggled to catch his breath.
"Stay here, Drew." He patted his brothers cheek and turned and walked briskly into the office without seeing his reaction. His mother quickly followed him without hesitating.
They sat down behind a tall lady's desk. She had her hair up in a messy bun and a button up shirt with a huge blazer and a tight, long skirt.
"Right. Drew." She began, giving them a half smile and sitting down in her chair on the opposite side of the desk.
"Let's start with Adam. Whom Drew does not seem to care for al all. Now that raises many concerns for our students and staff." Lalen's mum nodded at the lady and she continued.
"He has also been known to cause harm to other students and often backchatting and being rude to teachers. His behaviour is getting worse." She raised her eyebrows at the two of them and expected a negative reaction. But Lalen and his mother were long passed being surprised. This was normal for Drew. This had been happening for years. And Lalen was honestly still shaken up by the strange and frightening encounter with his brother.
"We'll talk to him, I swear. I'll take him home now." Lalen's mother started to rise off the chair and as she did there suddenly became a petrified scream come from outside the office room. It was gut wrenchingly terrifying and made Lalen's stomach flip. Lalen's mum suddenly jumped up from her chair and dashed outside. Lalen and the office lady sprinted after her, Lalen obviously getting there faster because of the fact he didn't have heels like she did. When they entered the room they found Drew there, curled up on the floor, screaming. Just screaming, and screaming. Lalen, frozen with shock, stood there and stared at him. As did everyone else in the room.
"We were trying to get him to drink some water. He was refusing then next second he fell to the floor and started screaming." One of the women called out to him.
Lalen decided to try and stop his brother from screaming and calm him down.
He launched forward and shook Drew, harshly and aggressively. Drew immediately stopped screaming and sat up slowly and turned to look at Lalen. His face was pastel white, his eyes were incredibly bloodshot, not a single trace of white to be seen in them. His lips were a dark blue mixed with a deep purple and they were chapped and dry. He had saliva all over his chin, neck and shirt and his lips were violently trembling. His eyes were wide and lit with what looked to be pure agony and his hands were blue and pale, his nails a dark purple, Lalen noticed as Drew brought them up to his face and then to his hair, beginning to tug on it, like he was trying to rip it out.
"Drew! Stop it!" Lalen yelled at him but it was no use, he continued to tug at his long, beautiful hair. Lalen gripped onto his wrists, trying to release his hair from his enormously strong grip. Drew had tears gushing down his face now, and Lalen could barely believe what he was seeing, like it was all just some sick dream.
"STOP IT DREW! STOP IT BEFORE I HIT YOU!" Lalen yelled at his brothers face. But Drew would not stop, he moved his hands down from his hair and began trying to claw at his face, he turned away from Lalen, breaking eye contact with him and began screaming again.
"Needles! Do you have anything? To help him pass out?" Lalen turned and yelled at one of the teachers, who was just stood there in utter shock and disbelief.
"I'll get one!" Another teacher volunteered and dashed off out of the room to the first aid room. Lalen turned back to his brother who was clawing madly at his face.
"Drew! I'm here, man, I'm here! Tell me what's going on in your crazy head! Please! Just stop it!" Lalen gripped onto Drew's hands with all of his strength and peeled them away from his face. Drew was incredibly strong, but Lalen was stronger. He held his hands in his and then pinned them to the floor. This only made him angrier. Impossibly, he screamed louder. Making Lalen's ears ache for silence. Drew began to shake violently and tried with all of his strength to relieve himself from Lalen's tight grip. But Lalen held on with everything he had. He didn't know what Drew would do if his arms were freed.
Suddenly the teacher came bursting into the room with a huge needle held in her shaking hands. Lalen didn't want Drew to see but he couldn't stop his head from snapping to the side as she entered the room. He laid his wild, crazed eyes on the needle and began to screech, making Lalen's ears feel like they were bleeding.
"You're gonna have to do it! I can't let go of his hands!" Lalen yelled over Drew's screaming and the lady looked purely terrified. She edged closer to Drew but she needed to be fast.
"Do it now! Straight into his arm! Go!" Lalen screamed at the teacher and she sprung forward. She plunged the needle into Drew's strained bicep and he let out a defeated cry. She took a huge step back and stared, traumatised. Drew continued to scream for a couple more minutes, the longest minutes of Lalen's life, the seconds dragging on, when finally he began to slow, his eyes became droopy and he grew weak and started to relax. When suddenly his eyes rolled into the back of his head and he passed out and fell backwards into a heap on the floor. Lalen carefully released his arms and breathed a huge sigh of relief and panic. He sat there for a minute, not fully taken in what had just happened yet. Lalen attempted to get to his feet but his legs failed him. His mother came over to help him up.
"Get that kid to a mental hospital. That's all I'm gonna say."
One of the teachers commented and Lalen managed to pick Drew up and flop him over his shoulder.
"Thanks for your help." He smiled at the woman who'd given him the needle and walked out of the office without another word, not wanting to say anything to anyone else in the room. His mother politely followed and got into the car and started it. Lalen casually dropped Drew's limp body onto the back seat and walked around the car to the front passenger seat. He got in and his mother drove them home in silence. When they got home Lalen carried Drew carelessly to his and Kahlae's room and threw him onto the small couch on the opposite side of the room to the bunk beds where Kahlae was still laid in the same position as he'd left him. He left the room as soon as he could and went to his own and laid down, letting himself be sucked into a deep, exhausted sleep, wondering how Drew was going to be when he wakes up, or if he'll even remember anything about the traumatic event.