FIRST THINGS FIRST I'MA SAY ALL THE WORDS INSIDE MY HEAD
Your legs ache, you need to get up, move around maybe. You can't be bothered so you continue to sit at your desk, the lights off in your room. It's probably bad for your eyes. You don't care.
What are you even doing, do you have an objective? Are you listening to music? You don't think so, maybe you should. You might play a video game, what one? You can't decide. You decide not to.
You hear rustling from your brother's room; it's always how it starts. You grit your teeth and listen. He's breathing heavily and tossing and turning, you can tell. What time is it? You glimpse are you computer to see it's 3:06 in the morning.
You stand up, and steadily move out of your room. You quietly open your door putting a hand on the hard wood to cause less noise. You then lean on your brother's door listening to him even close. He's even worse now, he's whimpering, it sounds like he may even be crying.
Any second now. You grab hold of the door knob ready, maybe you should wake him up now before it gets bad? No that makes it worse, you tried that last time.
"LATULA!" Your queue is screamed out, it may not be your name but you know enough to run in when you hear that name. You brother clambers out of bed falling onto the floor, you grab hold of him under the shoulders and hold him close. He tries to get away, he yells and screams. Tears fall down his face and you feel the warm wet drops on your shoulder.
He grabs are the back of your neck and scraps down it, your friends are used to the claw marks on your back by now. It's normal. This is all normal, that's the bad thing. Dealing with night terror, psychotic fits and god knows what else from your twin something anyone should deal with isn't.
All after "the accident", you have no idea what happened but one day you got a call from Latula saying Mituna was in hospital. She said there had been an accident and from then on he was never the same. He was cheerful before and stable minded, he was clever. Now he's got the mental age of a 5 year old and he bursts out swearing and some days he can't even make out full words.
His friends won't tell me what happened, they all avoid it so badly. As the person who has to deal with him you deserve to know but they won't say.
He calms down slightly, he leans his head again yours. "Where'fth tuna?"His lisp is very prominent.
"At her home probably." You respond loosening your grip on him slightly.
"Fthe'fth fthafe?"
"Almost definitely." You remove your arms from his. He's the same height as you but he comes across as a foot shorter just because he eats better than you do and has a more childish face. Somehow that makes him seem younger.
He sits down on his bed again, he rubs his face. "I'm fthorry if i woke you."
"Nahh i wathn't thleeping anyway." your lisp tends to be more noticeable when you're talking with him; it's probably just a physiological thing. "try to go back to thleep,"
"if you fthleep afth well." He smiles up at you.
"Yeah ofcourthe i will." You pat his head and walk out again, you go to your computer and turn it off, he'll be listening for the fan now so you have to turn it off.
You pull out your phone, your friends have been talking. You don't care really, you put it away again then face plant on your bed.