Deviation Actions
Literature Text
“So this is what ya been doin,” light filled the room as a shadow stretched from the doorway, “Jus hidin out in your room huh.”
“What are you doing here?!” a kid turned to face the figure in the doorway.
“Your mom asked me to come over…” the person standing in the doorway walked to a chair and sat down, the long coat they wore brushing the ground as they crossed the room, “I wasn goin to at first, but she wanted me to talk to you. She’s worried about ya.”
“WELL I DON’T WANNA TALK TO YOU!” the kid threw a cup at the other person who barely caught it before it made contact with their face.
“So… you do blame me.” The person sighed as they set the cup down, “I thought as much.”
“BLAME YOU!” the kid growled as they grabbed a tonfa from beside their bed, “I HATE YOU! YOU WERE HIS FRIEND!”
“I know,” the other person sat there, unmoving as the kid approached, tonfa still in hand, “I never stopped bein his friend.”
“THEN TELL ME WHY HE’S GONE!” the boy slammed the tonfa into the back of the chair beside the person’s face, “TELL ME WHY MY BROTHER…” the person in the chair looked up at the boy with tears in their eyes.
“Do you know what happened between us?” the person choked out as they looked at the boy’s face, it was the first time they had ever seen a look like that, one of pure rage and hatred.
“HE SAID SOMETHING HAPPENED… THAT HE SCREWED UP,” The boys face twisted in agony, “HE KEPT MENTIONING YOU!”
“Your brother did screw up…” the person tried to hold their tears back, “But so did i… I screwed up first.”
The boy saw the pain on the persons face confused, they were the one responsible for their brother being gone. Why were they crying, they got what they wanted didn’t they? How dare they cry!
“I didn tell him…” the persons voice broke, the pitch going higher almost childlike, “I kept a secret and i shouldn have… not from my friends.”
“WHAT SECRET!” the boy was livid, unable to accept the tears he saw running down their face.
“I’m not what you think I am,” the person slowly pulled off their long white coat, letting it fall behind them on the chair. One by one they unbuttoned their shirt, “I kept this a secret from him when I shouldn have.” They pulled open their shirt revealing what lay beneath to the boy.
Slowly he backed away, dropping the tonfa. “What?” the anger in his eyes turned to confusion as the wheels in his head turned.
The person stood up and turned around revealing their back to the boy, a scar visible on their back, “He did that to me cause he didn fully know what was going on. He thought I was… But I never wanted him… if he had taken my calls… just answered once… so I could tell him…” the person fell to their knees sobbing into the chair.
This was the person they hated? This was who they had blamed for him being gone? His mind had built up a picture of a person who wanted his brother gone. An evil man who hated his big brother. But before him… that was not who this person was. Still he had to know.
“Tell him what?” the boy looked the person.
“I forgive him… I never blamed him for what happened… I knew about his problems…” the person was uncontrollably crying, “If I had told him what had happened between me and her… that I never intended…”
“I’m sorry…” the boy placed his hand on top of the scar, “I didn’t know.”
“I know...” the person sniffed as they turned around, “That’s why I came. Your brother… none of this would have happened if I had told him.”
That didn’t sound right, the boy thought as he looked as the person who only moments ago he had blamed for what happened to his brother. His brother was the one who had hurt his friend, and then rather than hearing his friend out…
“No, I was wrong… The only one responsible for my brother’s actions is himself.”
“It was my fault for not trusting him…” the person started before the boy stopped them and shaking his head.
“You were his friend… he should have trusted you enough to know there was a reason for what you did.” The boy was still angry at the person, but he knew that was wrong just from this conversation, “I don’t blame you… It may take a long time before I stop hating you… but I don’t blame you.” He put on a hat as he walked towards the door, “I’m going for a walk to cool off, take the time you need to compose yourself… and leave when your ready…”
