(Twister's point of view.)

He kept glancing at me, waiting impatiently he knew I was smart and he knew why I had lagged behind the other guys when he changed into our pajamas. Otto was rather dumb I don't really know why he kept things in his room especially ones like this. Finally I nodded my head towards him making it discreet as possible.

"Shit I need my toothbrush." He howled in anger and stood up, "Twist wanna run to my house with me real quick?" Everyone looked at him in a questionable manner but I stood up and nodded my head.

"We have a toothbrush you can borrow. Never been used." Reggie said looking up at him.

"I need my toothbrush, I can only use mine." He retorted walking out the front door, I followed close behind.

"Catch you guys in a few." I said closing the door behind me. We walked a few paces and I tossed Nick the lighter. We hooked around the side of the house as I pulled the bag from my pocket and pulled out the first joint. I'd let him have the honor of taking the first hit. The joint rested easily in his teeth as he flipped the lighter top open to reveal a flame. I watched him inhale those first two hits and casually blow the smoke out, this guy was awesome. This had all been his plan to take it from Otto's room, he had smelled it when we walked in the house. I went slower then the other's so I could pocket it and smoke it later, well we could smoke it later.

He handed the joint over. I took two hits holding it in is as long as I could. I liked the way the smoke felt in my body, exhaling I watched the smoke dissipate in the air, it was amusing to me. Finishing two joints we went back to the front of the house.

"Maurice Rodriguez." Was all I heard, it was all I wanted to hear. "Get in here now." My brother's voice chilled my spine I was horrified yet laughing, no I was not just laughing I was cracking up.

"Yes, big brother Lars-y-poo?" I asked cupping my hands together, I grinned at him half heartedly.

"Damn it. Nick I didn't expect this from you." Lars said as he pulled us both into the Rocket house. How did he know where I was? I stared up at the ceiling it was a tanned color pretty amusing.

I could hear the anger in his voice, I don't know what I felt more the high or the fear. The anger filled his eyes I saw the flames and the hatred. I knew damn well I wasn't supposed to smoke anymore, but that didn't faze me. Listening to Lars was like going insane at points.

"Twister what's wrong with you? I told you not to smoke you're so stupid not to listen to me." I looked around at the group they sat on the bed staring and Nick was no longer beside me he was over there too. Their jaws were dropped I'm not sure they ever heard Lars yell at me like this in such angry whispers. They heard him and I do not doubt that, but they didn't see what I did.

I wanted to respond more then anything and say exactly what was going through my head but instead I let a song play. Die MF Die, by Dope.

"No one will ever accept what you've become, no one. Mom and Dad will probably kick you out. I sure as hell won't let you do a damn thing with me or use my car." He yelled at me in his low tone and quick whispers. Oh, he was furious with me and I was not enjoying this.

I don't need your forgiveness
I don't need your hate
I don't need your acceptance
So what should I do
I don't need your resistance
I don't need your prayers
I don't need your religion
I don't need a thing from you.

His finger was pointing at my face as the song played in my head. I didn't need Lars or any of the hell he gave me. Listening to someone who does pot, drinks, smokes, and who even knows what else. The hate he sent towards me, the resistance put on me. I didn't need his acceptance or my parents, I'd be accepted somewhere. Him forgiving me was nothing to me or anyone, what an idiot.

"Twister, promise you won't do it again." He pleaded, I knew it was genuine but my brother did things he wasn't supposed to, so why couldn't I?

I don't do what I've been told
You're so lame why don't you
Just go
Die mother fucker die mother fucker die.

Truthfully, I had no idea what he said to me anymore I didn't really care what he had to say to me at all. My brother was extremely lame and I couldn't stand him sometimes. Maybe, death was a strong word, but I think he needed to die in my heart to not be who I thought he was. He wasn't my brother anymore, he banned me from the things that he did.

"Twister this stuff is horrible for you." He had taken the weed out of my pocket. "I'm watching you constantly now." Now I was under Lars Radar? "I wrecked my life and I'm putting it back together slowly, you don't need to touch this." He slung the bag in his hand and his whispers got angrier as I didn't respond to the things he said, the song though responded in my head. "Don't touch this stuff you're going to be a screw-up." The words were vicious ringing from his mouth. The way he looked reminded me of a Doberman Pincher chasing a mail man letting his deep bark rampage through the silence and that scared me, a lot.

I don't need your prison
I don't need your pain
I don't need your decision
So what should I do
I don't need your approval
I don't need your hope
I don't need your lectures
I don't need a thing from you.

He didn't need to decide my fate, my life, my anything. I was his little brother not the boy in jail that he was forced to watch. The pain that was in his life didn't need to be brought into mine, I didn't care what had happened to him I dealt with the same shit he had, did he not remember that? There was no hope for me he didn't need to share that with me. The lectures he gave me did nothing for me they'd convince me of nothing. Him approving of what I did or who I am didn't faze me. He was not the one who needed to approve me, more so I needed to approve of myself which for the most part I did.

"Twister, why the hell are you doing this again? I told you not to do it. When you're older you will hate yourself for getting into this stuff. It's a damn shame you don't realize that." His anger formed words around my head it confused me how well he did this and how well he scared me.

I'll be sorry when I'm old
You're so full of shit man
Just go
Die mother fucker die mother fucker die.

I won't be sorry when I'm older because I don't really care that much. My brother is full of it. He did need to die to me, to become nothing to me. If he died in the real world I'd probably be devastated but he needs to disappear out of my life, hearing from him was disgusting to me.

Boom.

I swear it felt like my heart exploded. Emotions flooded me but I refused to cry. Lars' yelling was getting to me and I hate him for it. This feeling was horrible I didn't want to deal with him.

"Don't give me that look Twister," His words were vicious and really stung, "Dealing with you is horrible, you know that? I try to save you from drugs and you don't listen to me and do whatever the hell you want. You aren't that smart Twist. Don't touch drugs, booze, fags, or anything. You don't need to get into that stuff stay out of it." Damn it I hate how Lars always got to me. "No one can forgive and forget, once you get over this maybe I can forgive your idiocy. At this point I hate you and don't need to deal with you." A snarl captured his mouth, he looked so vicious, so spiteful, and he had a sly look about him that made him look wolf-ish.

I don't need your forgiveness
I don't need your hate
I don't need your acceptance
So what should I do.

"Twister why aren't you responding to any of this?" His voice snaked over my body it made me tremble. "You're going to be sorry when you realize the mistake you've made." I peered at the group again. This was a show to them and I hated how they enjoyed all of this.

I'll be sorry so you've said
I'm not sorry
Bang You're Dead

"I won't be sorry!" I finally yelled at him in an angry whisper the aggression flowed through my body and this adrenalin rush was making me sick. My brother was dead to me. I pictured him bleeding on the floor with a bullet wound through his skull and it made me laugh a little. I'll never be sorry no matter what my brother says. Sadly though I didn't really want to smoke again I just did it tonight because I had the chance, the opportunity I really didn't even want to that badly.

Die mother fucker die mother fucker die

He has died to me, he is buried deep in my heart and pushed to the back of my mind. That's good too because I don't want to listen to him anymore.

"You're dead to me!" I screamed, actually screamed, and sat on the small couch. Everyone watched my body move to the couch as I sat there staring up at the ceiling. I closed my eyes and stared at the colors dancing in my eyelids and thought about my brother.

Die.

My brother had become like my best friend, he didn't compare to Otto but he still had always been there for me even if I didn't know he was. I thank my brother for all that. He had made his way to the bed, I heard him get on. Sleep took over my body and I was down and out for the count. You're dead to me Lars, for now at least, maybe you can redeem yourself I don't know. I was asleep, sound asleep the world around me did not exist anymore, and that made me happy. It was almost one A.M. and I didn't care I was first to fall asleep, I didn't have to listen to any of them now. This made me feel so much better that none of them could faze me in my sleeping stage.