Brotherly Love

Brotherly Love

A Chapter by Split Voices
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Alek and Aren have a dispute.

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Aaaaaaallllllleeekkkkkk

Alek woke with a stare and sneezed. He jumped up and spun around before tripping on the table and falling to the ground.

"GAAHH!" He screamed out in pain. There was a long gash along his leg from the table. Red blood flowed onto the carpet. He screamed out more and smashed his hands against the side of the table, pushing it only slightly away. The doorbell buzzer rang violently as a neighbor banged loudly on the front door. "IS EVERYTHING ALRIGHT IN THERE?!"

"FFFfffffFFFFUCCKK OFF!" Alek yelled before he blinked.

The neighbor called for the landlord, who came running down the stairs, scrambling for the right key. “Druggie probably OD’ed again.” The landlord tried several keys in the lock.

"Hurry up, will you? I can’t hear anything anymore," said the neighbor.

"I’m getting it, I’m getting it." The landlord turned a key in the lock and opened the door. Beer bottles and pill containers were strewn across the floor. A pool of blood was drying up in front of the couch. There was string streaming from the bathroom and a sewing needle sitting in the sink. But the landlord and the neighbor couldn’t find Alek.

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Aaaaaaallllllleeekkkkkk

"WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME?!" Alek yelled.

Iiiiiitttt’sss SHOWTIME

"NOOOOO! I WON’T!! YOU-YOU CAN’T MAKE ME!" Alek got to his feet. He felt like his leg was on fire.

Ohhhhh buuut I caann

"I DON’T WANT TO! I DON’T WANNA HURT ANYONE!" Alek limped over to the bathroom, grabbing a handful of string and a needle.

Yooouuu wonn’tt, Aaaaaaallllllleeekkkkkk. Thaaaat’sss mmmyyyy jobb

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! WHAT ARE YOU MAKING ME DO?!" Alek’s hands tore the caps off of several beer bottles and poured them into Alek’s mouth.

Sssshhhhsshhhh itttt’ll alll bbeeee oveerr sooon.

"STOP IT STOP IT STOP IT!" Alek yelled. His hands took out the aspirin out of all the containers in the cabinets. One hand got the spoon in Aren’s pants and mashed the aspirin into a powder.

Aaaa sspppoooonn fulll offff suuugggar maaaakkeeeesss theee mmeedddicciinnneee gooo dooowwwwnn

"STOP IT! I WON-" Alek bent over and inhaled all the medicine. His hands flailed to his sides and then slumped onto the sink. Alek lifted up his head and looked into the mirror. “That’s better. Now, why don’t we sew up those lids, Aaaaaaallllllleeekkkkkk?”


© 2013 Split Voices


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Split Voices
Split Voices

Seattle, WA



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