⟡「Ordered」⟡
It was a quiet evening, the sun was almost completely below the horizon, and the streets were unusually empty, with only the occasional car passing along the roads. In one rather large house, in an ornate room on the second floor sat a boy of thirteen. He was sitting on his bed, holding a book in his hands and slowly turning the pages while reading, which had taken him almost a whole day already.
The door creaked softly and another boy came into the room who looked like the owner of the room, but was still different from him. The one with a noisy and tired sigh walked over to him and sat down next to him on the bed, watching him read for a few minutes.
“And don't you get tired of reading, Emilian?” - Loter said, crossing his arms over his chest and rolling his eyes, waiting for his twin brother's answer.
Emilian ignored his brother for another brief moment, but soon a brief sigh escaped his mouth and he tore his gaze away from the book he was reading and transferred it to the other boy.
"No, Loter, I'm not bored of reading. And I'm wondering why you came here in the first place. Did you finally get around to it?" - Replied Emilian, rolling his eyes and slamming his book shut with a quiet slam, laying it down beside him.
"Pfft, don't be such a nerd, little one, I was just out for a walk. And you lock yourself in your room all day and count those boring books!!!" - Already with more irritation the boy said, clenching his fist almost imperceptibly.
Emilian was about to reply, but suddenly he was interrupted by the voice of their mother, who came into his room and called the boys to dinner.
Emilian was lying in his bed, covered with a blanket, he was very sick and none of the most skillful doctors could cure him, and next to him on the bed sat Loter, he was silently looking at his sick and exhausted brother, whose skin was beginning to pale, and he was not moving, but only breathing heavily with closed eyes.
Neil, their father, walked into the room, he slowly walked over to the boys and put his hand on Loter's shoulder, looking at him with a kind of regret and a hint of what could almost be considered doom or grief.
“Loter dear, come on, lunch is ready, I promise you Emilian will heal.” - He said, yanking the boy back slightly to get him out of bed, and he himself let go of his shoulder and walked out of the room with a quiet dejected sigh.
He didn't know how much time had passed since that moment, Loter always had nightmares about this fortunate event. Something had changed in him since that day, he wasn't the same anymore. But he didn't really care about that now. After all, his father had brought a new baby into their home a few months ago and told him what they would be his new little brother/sister, which made him want to throw up and immediately want to yell at both the father and the baby, but he held back with a fake smile on his face.
He did everything he could to ruin their life, bullying them, teasing them, taking their food and more, but at one point he realized that something was wrong. More specifically when their got sick because one day while their parents were busy, he locked the door and wouldn't let their home, because of which he was later punished of course. But that wasn't about that right now, but as the unpleasant feeling started to appear in his chest again, he immediately realized that it was.... guilt. It was strange, but also unpleasant at the same time, for some reason the image of his dead brother immediately came to mind, which made him feel sick, but he didn't move away from them, no, not this time.
He scooped up some chicken broth from the bowl with a spoon and brought it to their lips with a quiet annoyed sigh, rolling his eyes and trying not to look at them.
“Come on, don't be stubborn and eat, you'll feel better...”