"What was that?" Jake snaps at me when we hear the door downstairs close.
"The truth." Rage still flows through my veins. I'm tired and angry.
"You just hurt your brothers feelings!" He's obviously upset.
"What do you care?" The words seep from my lips like venom. "It's not like you mean anything."
His face flashes with hurt.
"Sherlock, I swear to god..."
"There is no god." I clench my hands into fists. "I thought you would be smart enough to know that."
"You need help, I think you should go to the-"
"I don't need anyone's help, I'm fine."
"You are losing it." Jake shakes his head.
"And you think that you can tell me what to do."
"I'm your best friend."
"Please." I scoff. "I don't have friends, nor do I have a best friend."
"I'm going to go out for a while." Jake's hands are shaking with anger.
I don't care. He can hit me, he can shout at me. Nothing matters. My life is over.
"Have fun." I move past him, and plop down onto the couch.
"You know what." His voice is sharp and makes my cringe. "No, we are not doing this."
"You're the only one doing anything, Jake."
"I'm not Jake!"
"Yes you are."
"What the fuck is wrong with you?"
"NOTHING IS WRONG WITH ME." I jump to my feet and scream at him. "Will you and the rest of your merry men leave me alone!"
"You are a dick." His words cut like a knife, yet satisfy me. "You yell and scream like no one cares when everyone tells you how much they care!"
"Do they?" I roll my eyes. "Good to know, I'll phone the queen. I suppose they deserve an award."
"One of these days..." Jake's face twists into an angry scowl. "One of these days you're going to look back and realize how many people cared."
"Only one person cared, and he's gone."
"That is a lie!"
"Prove it, sentiment is a chemical defect found in the losing side." My voice lowers. "And for a moment, for a short time, I thought that maybe it wasn't."
Jake doesn't say anything. He presses his lips tightly together, and leaves the flat, also, slamming the door behind him.
When will everyone leave me alone?
I'm sick of them treating me like a baby.
The only person who treated me correctly was Allan. He knew what I was, and he knew how to make me better.
Wait...
A thought comes into my mind.
It might work...
Allan would approve, and he would praise me for it.