"Mark? Mark?! Mark! You have to stop sulking! You've been doing that for a week, and it's not going to change anything! Go outside and socialize. Find a boy to date!"

I glared at the door.

"Go away!"

"Mark, please-"

"Go away! You're not any better than her!" I screamed at the top of my lungs.

I heard a soft gasp and receding footsteps.

Good. She had left.

Where did things go wrong? How did things go wrong? Had I done something and had it all been doomed to fail since the start?

Maybe I just need to think back on everything leading up to it, so that maybe, just maybe I could understand what had happened.

"Hey, Brittany! Do you want to meet up at the movies this afternoon?"

I could hear her laughing on the phone. I smiled. "Yes! What movie should we watch and who's paying?"

I flopped onto my bed, the phone still on my ear. "I was thinking of letting you choose when we get there. Also, you're paying this time."

"You've always been such a gentleman," She dryly remarked.

"Yes. Yes I have. Anyway, meet you at five?"

"Yeah. Can't wait."

She hung up. For some reason, I felt...odd. The way she hung up had felt too abrupt. We always spent around five minutes trying to say bye to each other. Yet, she had just hung up. Even her words had sounded...lifeless, like she couldn't care less. Like, she had forced them out.

Maybe I had caught her one of her bad days?

Shit! Maybe, I should have first asked her how she was feeling and whether she was going to be up for it.

I was so inconsiderate.

It was only around three, meaning I had two more hours to kill before it was time for the date.

Maybe I should go take a walk to clear my mind.

Yeah, I should do that.

I stood up, grabbed a jacket, and put on my converse.

I jogged out the house and quickly yelled, "MOM, DAD! I'M GOING OUT TO TAKE A WALK!"

A chorus of 'okays' were heard as I left the house.

I shoved my hands into my pockets as I took the usual path to the park. Sounds of children screaming in happiness filled the air causing me to wince.

I didn't have anything against kids knowing that I was once one, but they could be quite annoying. Not all of them were the same, but most of the time, they had similar reactions.

For instance, you tell them 'No more candy.' Instead of accepting the fact that they can't eat anymore candy, they throw a tantrum. Loud, annoying as fuck, tantrums.

One of the reasons why I wasn't sure if I wanted a kid when I was older.

I found an abandoned swing in the corner and sat on it.

Taking out my phone, I played a game on it half-heartedly.

At least now my parents can't say I don't go out enough.

"Oh, don't worry baby! He won't even know!"

"Are you sure, because this doesn't seem right.."

"Why do you care so much about him anyway? He's just a loser."

Their voices had sounded familiar but I shrugged it off and scoffed. I felt bad for the guy they were talking about.

"He's not just a loser."

"Then what is he?"

"A person. A living, breathing, human."

A gasp was heard from the female.

"Are you..gay?!"

I finally looked up ready to give the girl a piece of my mind when I saw who it was.

"Brittany?"

She was a couple feet away from me and couldn't hear me.

I got up from the swing and shoved my phone in my back pocket as I walked toward them.

I stopped when I saw that they had finally seen me.

Brittany put a hand over her mouth.

"Babe, it's not what you think-"

"Don't call me that. You know, I really liked you. I thought you were different than the other girls."

"I am different-"

I gave her a cold stare. "Shut up and let me talk."

She stayed silent as the male turned around and tried to creep away.

"Where the hell do you think you're going?"

He let out a sigh of defeat as he turned back around.

"So, I'm nothing but a loser to you, Brittany? And you, random guy, you knew she was cheating on me and you didn't even try to say 'no'?"

He rubbed the back of his neck and looked down to avoid eye contact with me.

"Why Brit? What did I do wrong? Did I not give you enough attention? Answer me."

She rolled her eyes. "I can't believe how ignorant you are. Didn't you hear the rumour being spread by your sister about how you were gay?"

What?

"What are you talking about?"

"You really think I want to date a gay guy? Ugh, you're disgusting, and you should know you're going to hell."

Things were not working out in my favor, and I currently did not have the upper hand.

"So? Whether I go to hell or not is my business and my problem. And if you do have a problem with that, deal with it."

"You didn't deny it. So, you are gay." She said in a scornful tone.

I rolled my eyes."Ok, and?

She scoffed. "I can't believe this."

I shrugged. "Then don't. Believe what you want, but we're done Brittany."

And with that I turned around and walked back home as quickly as I could.

I couldn't let her see my tears. I couldn't let her know that she had hurt me.

I finally arrived at my house and was greeted by a loving family.

"Hey, son! Did you enjoy the park?"

I ignored my father and ran down the hall to my sister's room.

I flung her door open.

"How dare you?!"

She jumped up startled. "What are you talking about?"

"You know good and well I'm talking about the rumour you spread about me in school."

My sister had two faces.

She used her calm, responsible one at home. It was who she really was, but in order to fit in with the popular girls at school, she would switch to another face. A party, carefree, gossip girl who didn't care about anything.

She never wanted to deal with her problems head on. She believed in sidestepping them and hiding from them as long as possible.

She gave me a puzzled expression. "I didn't have anything to do with that rumour."

I sneered at her. "Oh, really? I was fine with you lying to others in school, but to know you're lying to your own brother? That's low!"

"How dare you! Do you actually believe I would do something like that? I'm your sister and you know who I am!"

I shook my head. "No, I don't. You have so many different personalities and faces that I don't even know if I'm truly talking to Lila right now."

I turned around and left her room to return to my own.

Too much had happened today and I wish I could just leave to some other world where I didn't have to deal with all this.

I sighed as I stared up at my ceiling.

Everything had gone wrong.

Everything.

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