Alan POV
I hate talking to people.
Don't get me wrong but I hate everyone around me and it's not because I'm being bullied , blackmailed or being criticized or anything on those lines.
I would prefer to be in a lone island with a small durable shack with essentials and a mini library , surrounded by hundreds of different animals and plants and try to document them. That would give me happiness.
I was just a normal adult with black hair and blackish brown eyes with a prominent Adam's apple because i sigh alot...lot is an excuse really , along with a sharp jaw maybe because I used to clench my teeth in anger whenever I was with my family , the same old 5'9 short height and they taunt me about it. They were always like this , making me angry in ways never imagined.
Well that was my pseudo lifelong dream , that was also the reason why I joined this 'Prestigious Henry's Arts and Literature College' , one of the best in the country. I always loved reading and writing , It made me keep my mind occupied and not get angry on my useless family and relatives.
"Alan Fieyer! *ss of a brother !" I heard a shout behind me breaking me from my monologue.
I didn't even turn around and started to walking to 'the' house. I start whistling my favorite song.
"Hey Alan , listen!" I heard that same voice again , so I turned and no one was there , my eyes went left and right and I couldn't see anyone until I glanced down to the 'short creature' .
This short creature , numerically 5'5 , is related to me as a younger brother , his name is Alexander, Alex for short. He was in first year of high school and was such a snitch. He had unique blonde hair and stary azure eyes , with his hair as a pony which 'the' family adored due to the hairstyle matching his cheek muscles , not me though. He was my half brother anyway.
Anyways , I looked into his eyes for a millisecond and instantly felt a need to turn around again. But I stayed.
"What is it Alexander." I asked in a cold and harsh voice , he was someone I didn't acknowledge.
"M-mom told me to come with you.." he meekily spoke , my anger was at peak but no use on yelling on him , I was now an adult , I needed to take responsibility.
"Ok" I said and started walking , he was walking behind me , he was smart enough to not talk with me.
I'm above the age of consent and still I haven't found a passion or a dream to accomplish...I feel hopeless sometimes. I am the black sheep of my family , My parents divorced when 'we' were young , around 5 years old , from then on I tried to seek both their validation but it never worked out...
Speaking of which , why did that 'woman' said Alexander to walk with me to home? Why not that useless brother 2?
"Why didn't you walk with 'the' brother?" I asked without turning back , I could sense his hesitation as we were walking.
"Mom sai-" he was about to spill the beans when he changed his tone from meek to anger.
"I don't know! Ask her!" He shouted and their was a weird silence afterwards , I liked it silent so I didn't press it further , as long as it's quiet.
Unknown to me , someone was watching , that was my greatest mistake for not realising i was being followed....
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I reached near 'home' pretty soon , I had no neighbors anyway , mostly because 'father' owned the houses around and didn't want to give it for rent yet. But that doesn't make me rich , it's 'father' who's rich.
I looked at the 'house' from the distance , it had three floors and an attic full of weird costly junk , people usually call them antique pieces.
The door seemed locked , thank God I brought my key , I entered my house and went upstairs after removing my shoes , I didn't want to talk to 'brother' in the slightest.
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"Ughhh..." I groaned and kept my bag in the cupboard and plopped on the bed , face first.
"Ughhhhhhhhh.." I groaned even more louder as my pillow saved me from trouble of getting loud.
I stopped after a while , I still remembered when I used to be happy...until I got to know about parent's messy divorce, even after divorce I was loved.....but that was just a dream. I trusted they would notice but they never did...
Especially after 'she' came.
Got to know about her after starting highschool , Morgana Fieyer. My relation with her? Twin Sister. That was shocking to me entirely, she had a lung disease so she had to stay in the hospital for almost 15 years , Naturally those sad excuses of parents gave her all the attention in the world.
After a while of moaning my anger out , i heard a small cry....so I got up to check who it was.
The corridor was quiet , noone lives in this floor aside from me and...Tricky Feiyer? He wouldn't cry no matter what had happened, he was one hot blooded highschooler, he gets into gang fights , gets arrested then sent after a guardian bails him , which was currently done by me. It was his 8th time yesterday.
Surprisingly the cry got louder , even though my room was beside his , he still couldn't control his emotions.
I walked over to his room's entrance and knocked on the door , surprising because I hated him just like Alexander, Morgana , Kelly and that excuse of a dad.
For a minute the cry stopped and then the door opened showing the useless gangster Tricky , he had the same blue eyes and blonde hair but he had Kelly's features with his androgynous face , he had a 'wolf cut' , don't know why he would make himself look even more feminine, was it a new trend or something?
I broke from my thought as I saw Tricky , his eyes were wet , I could see it. His cheek were pale due to crying his eyes out , he couldn't hide it nor I care.
"If you crying , then cry quietly and do NOT disturb me." I said in an angry voice , for a moment his eyes showed real sadness but it changed to rage in a second.
"I'm not crying! Are you deaf or something!" He shouted and closed it on my face...whatever , peace and quiet.
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Unknown POV
I really wanted to hit Alan so badly now , our brother was crying and he couldn't even sense give him comfort or a hug. My hands clenched , blood started to pour out from the fingertips and I bit my lips hardly and they started bleeding as well.
"That guy is a damn heartless of a Personality!" I shouted to the other 'roommate' of mine.
"We can't do anything Alfie , Alan needs to be in true despair for him to acknowledge us , you know how the magic works." He said.
"But Arthur-"
"No buts. Listen Alfie...wait just a bit more , I promise. We'll be the most perfect family on Earth."
I started to cry blood from anger at that point , I truly hated that excuse of myself.