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I sat on the ground; my legs sprawled out over the vast pink carpet that filled my bedroom. My hands were in fists as I listened to the heavy metal music flowing out of my brothers ' room. The sound seemed to enter my ears and never leave, penetrating my ear drums over and over again until I couldn 't take it anymore and was driven insane. My left hand reached for a pillow that had fallen from my bed onto the floor during the night. It was a stretch, but I managed to pull the pink Hello Kitty pillow towards me using only my finger tips and an arched back. It was Friday morning, I saw looking at my calendar that sat in the corner of my room. To be exact it was Friday the thirteenth. Having always been rather superstitious seeing that …show more content…

"What do you want?" I asked, my eyes glancing over his body. He seemed taller than he had before, maybe that was due to the fact that he hibernated in his room for almost his entire life and I rarely had the privilege of seeing him. He had recently dyed his hair a raven black that seemed more like a dark blue than anything. "The parents want you," he said with an air of hostility to his voice. He barely even made eye contact as he spoke. My brother and I had never had much of a relationship. Ever since I could remember he seemed to have a grudge against me, as if somehow my existence sickened him. Maybe it was due to the fact that we were so different - he had tattoos that littered almost every inch of exposed skin and piercing that covered the rest, where as I had a light pink bedroom and stuffed animals covering my floor space. Not exactly the makings of best-buds. "Must be important, they made you come out of hiding." I said a smug smile on my face as I took a step closer to him. He didn 't look at me; he just stared out my window as if it was somehow more interesting than the words coming from my mouth. He bit his lip, his hands cupping around his forehead as if just seeing me gave him a headache, "yeah, I guess..." he paused, then looked right at me, eyes interlocking. "Ask them." He rolled his eyes, "you know, there are about a million other colors you

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