…..Why is it sucking just as bad as yesterday?

You knew something was wrong with you. You weren’t acting like yourself and it was starting to show. Every day you woke up already done with the day ahead of you. You knew you had to talk to someone about this.

You just didn’t know who.

Tell Mom? She’d just make you vent it out by going a few rounds with her punching bag in the garage. Dad?… You had a feeling that he knew, but he was just waiting for you to tell him. And to be honest you weren’t sure you wanted to tell him. You loved Dad… but goddamn why did he have to smile manically all the damn time? You could tell Heavy. Sure, he wouldn’t understand it all since he was younger than you- but he’d be a good comfort. But you didn’t want to burden him.

….All that was left was Dee.

You had thought it over the whole week, weighing the pros and cons of telling your older brother. You and him were close in age, so he’d understand it better… But he could be a total asshole, and you were sure he’d just shoo you away….

…Fuck it, it’s better than nothing.

You knocked on Dee’s door. You could hear him swear on his breath on the other side before he muttered a “come in” to which you opened the door.

Dee was on his computer, probably doing his shady stuff or chatting with his crush- that he’d never admit though. He glanced at you and sighed.

“What do you want?” He groaned in annoyance.