Chapter 5
Wits End
Seto crashed where he stood. He couldn't comprehend the situation. Mokuba, his last source of inner peace, had been torn from him like Velcro. His hit his head against the doorframe and wept. His body stung all over. His thoughts were blurred.
Why me? What have I done to deserve this…..what have I done? Why have I been torn apart, why have I been socially destroyed, why am I an orphan? What have I done to deserve this? It…it's all that woman's fault. She's the one who hurried me into this hellhole, she's the one who made our miserable lives worse, she's the one, WHO TORE MY BROTHER FROM ME! I WILL AVENGE MY LOSS, I WILL KILL HER, SHE SHALL REGRET THE DAY SHE WAS BORN! I WILL KILL HER! SHE WILL DIE! Seto cried out in mental pain and slammed his fist against the door. It swung back violently and crashed against the wall. It came back at twice the speed when it was hit and before Seto could move, it collided with his forehead so hard, he tumbled backwards into the middle of the dark, glum corridor. Seto leant onto his side. He felt sick. Suddenly, he saw red dripping down his eyes. He was bleeding. He was going to….die? No, he couldn't leave Mokuba. Not alone. But he didn't have a choice. He was going to a better place now. His mind went blank.
Mokuba was wailing as the woman dragged him across, the rough, stinging carpet.
"Seto, SETO!"
"Boo hoo, I didn't have any siblings, how do you think I feel?" snapped the woman. She spat as she shouted.
"That……that's because…" Mokuba spluttered.
"Because what?"
Mokuba could bear it no longer, it was unfairly cruel. He hated the woman so much, he wanted to scream. In fact, that's exactly what he would do.
"BECAUSE YOU'RE A WITCH!" cried Mokuba. He struggled free from the woman's clutches and tried to hit her, but she just held out her hand and caved in on him.
"I hate you as much as you hate me, boy, so shut up, you disrespectful maggot." she whispered. She continued to violently drag Mokuba across the corridor into a room like the rest of them, except this room was called '538'. The woman shoved Mokuba in.
"Remember, 538." she spat, and locked the door.
Mokuba looked around. It was the exact same as Seto's room, except nobody had cleaned it out for a while. There were traces of dust everywhere. Mokuba collapsed onto the bed and wept. His weeps turned into crying. His crying turned into wailing and that turn into realisation that he might not see his brother again. It was horrible. Nothing could match up to losing Seto. His brother was out there, alone, as he was. He dared not think of what might happen if they were torn apart forever. It would be awful, unthinkable. He would have nobody to care for him or love him. Mum still thought dad was alive and everybody else thought they were all dead. Maybe they were. Maybe they were all dead, even Seto. Maybe he was the only person in the world, maybe he was the only person there. His father was dead, mum was in love with somebody else, Seto had been taken from him and he had no last name. No last name? Mokuba had asked his mum once about last names and she said that a last name was like an identity of who you belonged to. Mokuba didn't have a last name. Did that mean he didn't belong? Did that mean he wasn't wanted? He couldn't bear thinking about it. He snorted from the crying and decided everything was a dream. Everything would be all right once he woke up. Everything.