him/he/his- Lysander. his brother- Lorcan
Prompts:
Dazziling- Hogwarts writing club
Various Prompts: Feeling/Emotions:
irritated
annoyed
lousy
Various Prompts: Prepositions:
behind
unlike
without
Lyric Prompts:
So if I run it's not enough/You're still in my head forever stuck
That dazzling smile followed him everywhere. It was always behind him, in front of him, everywhere he looked. On bulletin boards, in newspapers. Him. The famous son. The better son. The one making him feel lousy. The one who could find him when he ran away. He was there. Just there. He couldn't stand him. He needed a break from him. They were so unalike. One was the little perfect one, unlike the other, the disobedient one, the troublemaker. The one who ran away. He could never get away, to be without him. He would run, and there his brother was. His stupid smile, his teeth gleaming, his dimples showing. Always in everyone's head, making him go mad. but what did his brother care about him? Why did his brother care if he ran away, if he would lie in the middle of the street, waiting for death? His brother had all he needed. His brother was famous. His brother had anyone else. His brother didn't need him, didn't care about any of the million problems he had...
So what if he cut himself to stop the pain? So what if he was scared, in the dark, about him being gay. His brother didn't care about him. He was just some person. His brother was the one who mattered. He didn't matter at all. No one knew who he was, his parents favoured his brother. He was hated. He wasn't famous. He couldn't even fly, especially not in the major league. He was the lesser son.
Lysander was almost not sorry Lorcan had died.