THE SHORT SERIES 'US' STARTS SEVEN YEARS AGO WHEN CONNOR AND GLEN WERE IN THEIR HIGH SCHOOL SENIOR YEAR.
Lying on his bed in his bedroom, Connor was listening to music, his Bluetooth headphones pushed over his ears. The pop track by a girls' band had been on repeat for half an hour already and he was far from being tired of it.
His foot moved in time with the beat as his hand moved the butterfly knife given on his eighteenth birthday was swirling around his hand smoothly. It took a lot of practice to get to this level. Lots of cuts too.
The high school student didn't count the number of bandages, nor the number of weeks he had spent dissecting, again and again, several sequences and movements so that the muscles of his fingers and hands memorized them completely. Today, taking out his knife was both a gesture he made to relax and to force his brain to consider the object as an extension of his fingers.
