My mother survived from the fall by landing on the bushes around our house and was released three days afterward. My father avoided eye contact when our church members visited our home, and the nurses at the hospital stalked the married couple. I kept my head down as members gave me the cold shoulder as they brushed past me, the fear in their eyes now replaced by rage. I closed my eyes and inhaled the chemicals that I felt surround me as i listened to the sound of the melodies of the busy night. The waiting room was bland, as many hospitals were. The chairs were leather, but ripped up and uncomfortable because of the springs that would rudely poke you in the back. The floor was a clean white tile other that than tiger print rug that looked as if it was religiously beaten twice a day. A coffee table that was not even big enough for the rampage of magazines litter on the surface laid in the middle of the rug. The walls were covered in a green material that felt like carpet, and made my skin crawl as my neck brushed against it roughly. The lighting was like the light of a lamp, and the receptionist kept her head down in one of the many popular romance novels. Her short breaths the only noise to break the silence that surrounded us during the late hours of the night. 

It was strangely timid the blame that had been set on my shoulders as my father looked at me with that sense of disappointment. It was strange because that was one of the few times that I looked my father in the eyes, and was shocked to see the striking color in his eyes. He wore the clothes that he had left in the day he had left me and my mother alone in the kitchen that morning. Clare sat in the far corner with her hands over her mouth as she slept in a peaceful slumber that a part of me craved. A lump formed in my throat as I remembered who's fault this really was, and I would be sure to make him pay for it. I allowed my hair to fall over my eyes as I looked at the front door that was half blocked by the curve in the wall, but I was able to see the glow of the exit sign. I had to wonder if anyone in the world was in my position, and if so how come I felt like I was the only one who has ever suffered. My brother had died not too long ago, my other brother was still in prison, my father hated me, my sisters gone, and my mother now laid in a hospital bed. "I gave you one job Brooks. You have not only disgraced your mother by being irresponsible, but you have disgraced our family name by going against the only true way," my father said to break the silence that I craved to return.   

"He didn't do anything wrong, but I would have to say differently for you Mr. Manic," my heart stopped for a moment when I heard the soft voice that sounded as if the wind had an echo. My father looked over to the opening in the wall so that new patients could come in, and I could see the shock in his eyes. The male's body was lean, long, and so thin that it seemed to rock against the clothes that draped over his pale skin. He wore a blue tank top that showed his deep set collar bones and the scars around his neck. A black leather jacket hugged his arms lightly even though there seemed to be no skin for it to attach too. His hair was long, a grey-black, and reeked of neglect while also appearing dusty. His eyes were a deep sapphire blue that clashed with the paleness of his skin, and the bags that were under his eyes. His left ear was decorated with metals of various colors that looked dull compared to the brightness in his eyes. "I-Isiah?" I stuttered as the pale figure slowly looked over at me with a gleam in his eyes, but his lips remained still. My father stared at the male in somewhat dismay because he would have to accept the fact that he had more than one son. My father's veins popped out of his neck as he stared at the frail male that had somehow in a matter of seconds took over his power. 

"Isiah," I said the name to assure myself as I watched him slowly take a couple steps towards my father, but it was only then I realized that he was barefoot. I could see the deep cuts on the top of his feet, and the bruises showed around his thin ankles as he walked. "Hey little brother," he said in a small voice as he looked down at his feet, and made a tight fist that made the dry skin on his hands strain to not tear. I felt my heat pound as I slowly walked towards the older male that I shared blood with, but a part of me couldn't accept him as family. He was so thin, so pale, and so weak compared to me and my father who sat in front of him spell bound. "I am sorry little brother," he said after a moment and I watched his shoulders rock with a sob. I stopped for a moment as I watched him fall to his knees so hard that it echoed around me, and he grabbed his face to cover the tears that fell. "I couldn't save him! He wouldn't listen to me!" he screamed and looked over at me with a look of desperation that I thought had only existed in my own nightmares. I opened my mouth to speak, but I could only release a silent breath as comfort to my brother who sobbed. 

'Hey Brooklyn!' I rose my head to see my brother's smiling face with a small scratch on his cheek that blended in with his dirty face. The sun was high as I looked at the clouds that came in many forms, but there wasn't a single one that wasn't a shiny white. The trees around us were tall, healthy, and I could smell the pine in the air as I looked at my brother who had his over shirt over his shoulder. He was taller than me, with a young face, and eyes that shone with the thirst for adventure. I looked around at the new scenery that I couldn't remember, and yet somehow it all seemed to be familiar. 'Brooklyn!' he called my name gently as he stood in front of me and held out his hand that was pale, and looked delicate. "Isiah?" I whispered in a small voice as I looked at the ground that startled me at how close it was, and it was only then I realized I was sitting down. A part of me believed that this was heaven, but I knew by the ache in my heart that I was very much still alive. 'Brooks! Isiah!' I stopped for a moment when a lump in my throat as I looked at the tall hedges that were next to the river. The sound of the water beating against the bay was the only indication that it was there, but I knew by the smell it was fresh.

"Brooklyn help me get your brother together! For heaven's sake make yourself useful for once," I heard my father snap and I shook my head to look at the hospital walls that surrounded me coldly. Isiah was limp in my father's arms with tears lightly dripping from his chin as he clutched to the very man he despised from a young age. I walked over and took my brother's arms lightly before placing him in the chair my father had been sitting in. Isiah's eyes seemed distant as he stared at the exit sign, and his breathing was slow as he seemed to be counting every sin he has committed. "Honestly Izaya," my father said in an annoyed tone, and my heart stopped as I looked at my older brother who tensed up. "Why do you care so much about that idiot? You know as well as I do that you were the one that was planned, and besides, you were the one who was made to be more superior!" he shouted loudly making Clare stir in the corner. My brother rose his head sharply and glared at my father who took a step back as my brother's eyes slowly darkened. "You sick bastard," my brother said in a calm voice as he leaned back in the chair with a sadness in my eyes that made me force sympathy. 'Isiah?' I questioned even myself because my brother would have never used that language, and I was certain he wouldn't in front of our father.

"You don't even know which one of your sons died, and you have the nerve to call yourself a follower of God?" he said in a grim tone before lowering his eyes once more. I could tell by the way his body shook with each breath, and the way his shoulders moved forcibly under the thin cloth of his clothes. My father opened his mouth to speak, but he closed it as he realized what he had said in front of his eldest son. I looked down at my hands for a moment but I kept my mouth shut because I didn't want to ruin my relationship with my brother. "You have the nerve to confront your father in a place that you were once carried out, but you disappeared without a breath of word for so long," I stopped as I turned my head sharply to see my mother standing there in a skimpy gown, but underneath she wore a pair of leggings. Isiah tensed as he looked over at my mother with a look of dismay, but his lips remained straight as he starred at her. My heart stopped as I heard the seriousness in her voice, and that was something I have never heard before. She seemed so calm, so angry, and yet so poised in her hospital gown as she stared at my brother who had went against their wishes. I tensed as I heard the chair screech against the floor as he stood up quickly so he would be able to meet my mother in the eye.

"I would have shared a word dear mother, but I knew that you would value a thin sheet over my words," he said in a hostel tone that was decorated with the sweet familiar sound of despair. My mother turned her head away sharply, and it was only then did I realize that my family was torn by a thin line. On one side was a world that I have grown up told was the proper way, and the other half was the value of free speech. My brother's values have changed, and his lips have been touched by the very devil that brought him into this world. "How dare you-!" my brother slowly fell back into a chair while his hand clutched his chest, and I could see the pain in his eyes. My father shook his head before slowly reaching over to place a firm hand on my brother's shoulder, and leaned in so his lips were inches from his ear. My skin crawled as I watched the glisten of tears slowly disappear from my brother's eyes, his lip still, and his skin a shade paler. "... Never come back," I heard the hostel words leave my father's lips as he shoved my brother in his chair harshly. My brother sat there for a few seconds without much feeling showing in his eyes, but in his lips I could see a story about to be told.

"Isiah please...," I whispered and he shot me a harsh look before slowly raising from his chair. I had to pause to comprehend that the same man who walked in weak would walk out with such pride. Broad shoulders, a hard gaze, and for the first time in awhile I saw the side of my brother I thought only his twin had possessed. Izaya always did lack a sweet smile and a kind touch that was often given to the role of the women, but his brother always seem to make up for that loss. Now I could see that Isiah was more a man than my father had ever expressed, and I could see the hatred of his roots from where I stood. "I would recommend you leave the corruption as soon as possible Brooklyn. At this rate we will all join my brother...," he looked at my mother who stood there with a hand on her mouth as if she were thinking on what to say. "My brother was a good man. He was the only one that I believe has ever been truly close to God because he accepted everyone as an equal. Some of us just have issues with people who are different, and that is why I didn't speak to you dearest mother of mine," he spook with pride and he walked out slowly without another word to me or his parents who stood in awe. 

"Isiah," I whispered with my body slowly leaning towards the exit to watch him leave into the arms of someone who had stood there in wait. My heart stopped as I watched the shadow figure pull back and place a warm kiss on my brother's forehead, and they both disappeared without another word. My brother wasn't alone, but he couldn't possibly be fulfilled with the presence of a man over that of his family. "Your family is cursed again Mr. Manic," I looked up to see Clare smiling at us with a look of worry in her eyes as she slowly rose from her chair. "Your boys were sent from the devil himself, and you still have those harsh eyes that once were washed away. I wish you a blessed life Mr. and Mrs. Manic," she said before exiting the room with her once hunched back straight. "Isn't that just fracking fantastic," my father snapped before giving me a hard look and I looked down quickly to avoid his gaze. He snarled before grabbing my shirt color making my face go pale as he stepped forward with enough force to push me back. 'Dear lord' I thought to myself for a moment, and I had the irresistible urge to scream every curse word I knew at the man in front of me. My face remained blank, my eyes shone but were dulled by fear, and my lips were straight because I couldn't force myself to smile. I decided that if I were to get my rear handed to me I would at least go out with as much respect as I earned.

'Izaya!' I screamed as I ran towards my older brother who ran his fingers through his hair gracefully. His smile shone bright against the sun. and my brother who stood next to me seemed to be even more entranced in his own twin's reflection. His black hair was pulled back in a small ponytail, and his eyes seemed to be white from the harmful rays of the sun. His shirt was over his shoulder to show his hard chest and muscular frame that Isiah lacked out of the two. His eyes focused on me for a moment as if he was shocked to see that I existed even though he had called my name not moments ago. 'Izaya...' I whispered his name with my heart racing as my brother walked past me with a sense of nothingness. My heart hurt as I watched Izaya look at his brother who approched him with tears gathering in his eyes as he reached out. I looked at my hands, the glow on my fingertips, but my heart ached with pain as I heard my brother scream his twins name. 'You're home now Isi, No need to cry as you lay in my arms another night' Izaya whispered as he rose his arms to welcome a warm embrace. Isiah's lips trembled as he held open his arms slowly, and the tears shone as they seemed to drip ever so softly from his chin. 'Why would you leave me Izaya? You promised me you would take care of me and you lied to me' he said as he wrapped his arms around his brother softly, but I could see the determination in his eyes. Izaya laughed for a moment but soon softly opened his lips 'Because I loved you Isiah' and placed a small kiss on the youngers forehead.

"Brooks wake up!" I slowly stirred for a moment as I tried to silence the pounding that had taken place in my head. That voice sounded familiar but I wouldn't allow myself to open my eyes in fear of the light hurting them."What the hell did you do to him you sick bastard!" I heard the male next to me yell before my head was slowly lifted up, and soon my legs followed. 'Bridal style' I thought to myself as I heard the male groan as he walked towards the chair while frantic footsteps went the opposite direction to find a nurse. "No! God please no!" I heard a frantic cry and the sound of screams from the other room, and I felt my heart ache at the melody of it. The smell of death was overwhelming, and what I just saw felt so real that it made rough goosebumps appear over my arms. "God don't take him from me!" I heard another scream from the same male, and a part of me hurt for the stranger that I haven't even seen. "Isiah!" my heart stopped as my breathing slowed in the arms of a strangers who's voice seemed to lullaby me. I guess Clare was right, our family really was cursed by the devil himself.