School was as expected...bland.
There was hopes of the rain clearing up through the night but...i suppose it came back with vengeance.
We was all crammed into the cafeteria, a sea of students as far as the eye could see.
This didn't exactly help my deprived brother, the loud sounds were messing with his head, resulting in him merely laying his hair on the table and setting aside his meal.
Vylad was off with Dante again, galavanting around like an oblivious child...I guess he had the right to do so.
Anyway, back onto the original subject, everyone had noticed Zane's odd posture, the way he slumped at tolerated that bruise as if it was natural.
When people asked he said what I told him...a lie.
The pain was far to obvious within his eyes, each blink getting weaker and weaker as his hearing got less and less efficient.
However, I encouraged him to remain awake.
He did as he was told and this allowed me to go wondering off through the halls.
I couldn't just stay in one spot, my feet we're getting stiff and cramped up with the tension in the room.
Laurence, as expected, followed, hugging me from behind as I flinched slightly.
Stationed just at the doors of the school, watching the rain fall violently, we smiled.
He knew every single thought running through me, every sing aspirations I harboured...that made him the best at comforting me.
"What's the matter love?"
His voice purred softly
"Just thinking..."
I mumbled, nuzzling my head into his neck where I breathed comfortably.
His radiant skin warmed me, tucking me into his embrace.
"Of what exactly?"
He questioned
"About yesterday...it was so... abnormal"
I mumbled as he sighs softly
"Bun, you hit him...it's not the end of the world"
He stated
I turned round to face him, taken aback by his statement.
"He's my brother...I shouldn't hit him"
I stated at him, earning only his full attention in response.
My loyalty had been stripped off my tender flesh, exposing deep remorse and guilt for all who wish to tare at it...some didn't even have to move, I could feel their eyes glaring into the back of me everywhere I went.
"It was an accident...you lost your temper, it happens to everyone"
Laurence spoke softly, nuzzling my cheek while I merely perked up a half-hearted smile.
I didn't know whether to pity myself...or hate myself.
However, that decision was cut short as my eyes carried off into the distance, back into the cafeteria.
Zane...was gone.
Normally I wouldn't think much of it, but, the fact his bag was left under the table rung alarm bells.
He never left that thing behind...he has always been self-conscious about sketchbooks being looked through.
"Sorry Laurence, give me a moment"
I stated rather boldly, going past him as he merely watches in utter confusion.
As I went to the seat no one seemed to have known where he had wondered off to.
Jeez, god knows how many eyes there are in this hall and they can't even keep track of one person!
I sighed and began to make a start in searching for him.
Obviously, I went for the closest exit he could have taken, scanning the halls for any clues.
A ruckus down the halls sounded promising and I quickly made my way there.
And, almost as if on instinct...I knew Zane would be there.
I could feel it swelling within my chest of pure panic.
Turning the corner I came into contact with him.
My eyes widened.
A bottle of spray paint in one hand, a stencil in another and a whole lot of laughter...he was becoming one of THEM.
Foul language had been incepted amongst the walls, the paint melting with despair and brewing with hate.
As my presence became known Zane looked to me, his bruised eye looking ever so more sadistic.
"Brother?"
I questioned
Gene followed Zane's eyes to me and nudges his companions to pay attention.
It wasn't them I was concerned about tho...
As I spoke Zane's entire expression seemed to shift from wonder to spite, glaring almost.
"WHAT"
He sneered
"What do you think you're doing?! Clean that off right now!"
I ordered, taking a long look at it.
Gene mocked me, mimicking my words in a much more high pitch and feminine tone.
Balto roared out his humour as his ears fell flat, his tail twitching with each raspy gasp.
My teeth grated together with bitter hate.
They're changing him!
As I took custody of my brothers forearm he rather roughly pulled away.
"Fuck off!"
I was taken aback by his choice of foul words and instinctively grabbed his ear.
"Ack?!"
He yelped, embarrassment swelling in his face.
"don't you dare talk to me like that!"
I snapped.
"Oooo, better listen to mommy Zane"
Balto grinned as I shot him a glare.
"He's not my mom!"
Zane growled.
Within to roughhousing he managed to get out of my minor hold, flushed with embarrassment and anger.
"Oh yeah? Stop taking orders from him then darling"
Sasha giggled
"I'm not taking orders"
My brother then growled through the grits of his teeth.
"Don't be so ridiculous brother, we're taking you to the headmaster so we can get this sorted out"
I stated
"No!"
He sneered
"No?"
I replied, crossing my arms.
"Fight me!"
Zane then blurted, pushing me.
"If you hate how I am man up and do something about it! Instead of acting like some sort of arrogant panzie!"
He added, Gene chuckling at the combo.
I rolled my eyes and stared into my brothers eyes.
"I won't fight you"
I stated
"Exactly! Because you know you're too much of a coward to do so!"
He sneered.
Each vein in my body now tensed my eyes stared into his bruise and I chuckled to myself at the irony.
"If I fought you...I'd hit you so fucking hard you'd knock into a seizure"