It had been a week since the Thing happened, and bro hadn't spoken to you since. I mean you weren't complaining, you were still pretty skittish around him. But you had to keep one eye on him and one eye on your brother dan, just to make sure nothing was happening to him too.
Well with him not talking to you, you could relax just a bit. Not too much, but enough to recover from last week. Maybe. At school you'd been flinching at the slightest touch, especially if it was an adult. The teachers were starting to get suspicious, you could tell. you could see their stupid fucking eyes watching you suspiciously and shit like that. You just knew they were waiting for an excuse to talk to the principal or counselors or some shit.
Though... some sort of help might be... No. Despite everything he was... He was still your bro. You had to just get stronger to fight back properly. Then he'd respect you enough to stop. And then you'd be able to protect dan even better. You'd just have to remember not to flinch too bad when people touched you. Even if it stung your still healing wounds.
You stuck pretty close to dan for the next month. He helped you by being sort of like a comfort object. You loved him so much. Honesty he was one of the only things that mattered to you.
Hes been with you since birth, you cant remember a time when he wasn't just within reach. Well, with the exception of school. You two didn't have EVERY class together sadly. You didn't even care that it wasn't 'cool' to love your sibling this much. If people didn't like it they could go suck some dirty old man balls for all you cared. It wasn't like you were really that cool anyway, you just pretended to be and those suckers in class totally bought it.
Your name is Dave Strider, and damn was being 12 harder than you thought.