You havent seen your twin, Scaramouche recently and you’ve been getting worried since he doesn’t even eat at the dinner table. The only time you think he’s eating is at night when the snack cabinet ruffles. Nor do you see him at school cause your parents excused him. You walk up to his door and knock before turning the knob and walking in. ”Get out…” He mumbles,not even looking at you. Seeing him just laying in bed with dark eyebags, just scrolling on his phone makes you feel sad…