ALAN FIEYER
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.
But 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.
Boring right?
If that's boring for you then don't even get me started about me , just a normal adult with black hair and blackish brown eyes, the same old 5'9 short height and 'the' family taunts me about it. 'They' were always like this , making me angry in ways never imagined. I didn't have a masculine jawline or broad shoulders nor a mustache nor high cheekbones and-
No sorry I'm deviating from the point. The point is that..I'm not what you'd imagine to be.
I have a dream which is to become a great writer and inspire the youth. 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 'the' 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 Dirty blonde hair with his sparkling Azure eyes, with his hair as a pony which 'the' family adored due to the hairstyle matching his style , 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 'True' passion or a dream to accomplish , not this writer but someone else. Sometimes I feel hopeless. I am the black sheep of 'the' 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 no.2?
"Why didn't you walk with Tricky " 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.
Unbeknownst to my knowledge , someone was watching , that was my greatest mistake for not realising i was being followed....
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I reached near the neighbourhood 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.