I bit my nails in stress, cutting them aggressively and making them uneven in length, my tongue started to get numb from the bitter taste and this oldish, disgusting aftertaste that came along with it which had filled my mouth for the past hour.
My phone is heavy in my hand, at the moment it honestly felt like gravity was working against me, and pulling my hand down with some hella tight strings, a deep sigh slipped from my throat, making the air surrounding me cold and bringing chills up my spine.
I took a deep breath, inhaled and exhaled, my eyes closed slowly and I gave my heart a few minutes to slow down the pace, then I could feel the silence in the air all around me and I wanted to hold into this moment as long as possible.
The sound of the door getting shut made me jerk and all the air in my lungs faded and I'm pretty sure I was having a heart failure, my eyes observed the closet door in the darkness. I couldn't actually see the door in front of me but trying never killed anyone, and with a little imagination anything is possible , the human mind can do some amazing tricks.
The heavy sound of the footsteps got fainter after a while , I moved around unpatiently in silence, they stopped suddenly and I licked my lips slowly. A long dissonant sound pierced through my ears, my tongue stopped mid-movement and I tried my best to make zero sound, was difficult, I admit.
I gulped down, got closer to the entrance of the closet and tied down my left ear to the wooden wall, there was a lot of dust there, I must say. I have no idea how I survived. The smell of the clothes was also unbearable,my gosh, this was the exact moment that I felt like the stupidest person on the planet for trying to sleep in the closet like Harry Potter did. Not fun, don't know what I was thinking.
"What's your problem?" a low voice spoke, quite slowly I must say, made me think for a second that he was talking to me. I have a lot of problems so logically, made sense in my head for a moment. I felt like because it was said slowly it's sunken in even more, at least for me, speaking from the perspective of a guy in the closet, just literally, no other means by that, saying for the record.
"What?" a female voice answered, sounding quite mad, I couldn't see them but it was obvious she didn't like his question at all. Which made me curious a little, what did I miss while being in this closet?
It was actually pretty dense in there, I may start thinking about doing a little makeover. I didn't notice that they were talking some more and I leaned in to see what I missed, again.
"Why you're mad?" the low voice spoke again which was a male voice, did not notice that. The darkness must be messing with my blood cells. A laugh filled the room and it was everything, I swear, what a bizarre laugh, I was not ready for that.
"Don't " she said sharply. The guy really did stop, at least in my imagination.
"Just don't do anything" she hissed in anger and fast footsteps followed after her plus a door slam, damn, someone's being dramatic as hell. I admit, I may have gotten a little too into the mood and there may have been a situation, where a whistle slipped out of me. Was not intentional, did not mean to laugh about his breakup, until I saw his face when he opened the closet door.
Yeah, I'm taking that back, definitely enjoyed laughing at his pain and would gladly do it again, because you see, the guy that was getting dumped just now, was no other but my very own brother.
My hand went up to my mouth in an instant, I focused on making my breath unhearable as much as possible, didn't work, tried another approach. I started wishing that the guy may be having hearing problems, or may as well be tone-deaf, that was all I had to offer at the moment honestly.
But luck and never really got along, it's like a onesided crush, I really want him, he really doesn't want me. ouch.
"The fuck?" footsteps rushed over to me and it got me feeling kinda nervous man, so embarresing...
He opened the closet in a flash, along with some damn light flash that made me fucking blind, I could not see who was in front of me due to the fact that the light made my vision blurry as fuck. I cursed in silence and pushed past him as I got out of there.
Damn, clean air, really missed that shit. He grabbed my arm and turned me around to face him, I yanked, my legs had turned into jellies in the past twenty minutes, I walked around in pain with my numb legs. One of them was more numb than the other, a really weird experience.
"Why didn't you say anything?' he asked me, well, he asked my back, since I was facing the other side of the wall, stretching my leg, I turned around to face him and gave him a look. A goofy one.
"Why did you get in the room? something urgent?" I replied and started to stretch my arms as well "Hoho, my muscles ", I breathed in and clenched my teeth, I felt like an oxygen collecter at this point.
He started to walk towards me and grabbed my shoulder, like, seriously? I tilted my head to look at his hand while he came closer to my ear and said "Little brother", his stiff hand held my shoulder steadily and I gulped down "Next time I find you, I won't be so nice"
He walked away and shut the door behind him. "Fucking bastard" I whispered to the room which became empty again but became darker after the appearance of the black prince.
My two years older brother, Ellis Pablo. An arrogant, annoying little bitch, I smirked to myself at the reminder that I just got to witness him getting dumbed, it was worth it though. I went to the couch and lay down on my back, my eyes shot close and I fell into the comfort the made-up bed offered me tonight.
My name is Ellis Alfie, the storyteller of this novel. Great to meet you folks. Now, if you would mind me I had a pretty long day and I would love to head to sleep, a great night is waiting for me, and I'm talking about my night not yours or my brother's, don't be delusional.