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Post by Chloe on Jun 7, 2012 13:32:10 GMT -5
((I got sick and got called out of school so I was really bored. I'm writing this as a bit of insight onto Seth and Sam's relationship and why Sam is so quiet compared to his brother.))
Seth sat in the sand next to Sam, both boys were about ten. Kenna sat a bit away reading under the shade of a beach umbrella. Ash had gone to get some ice cream for the three kids. Ember was sitting with Kenna, sighing as the baby kicked a her stomach. Sam got up and ran over to her, Seth following him.
"Mom!" Sam said plopping down next to her, "Where's dad?"
"Getting Ice cream dear," Ember said with a smile, patting his head.
Seth rolled his eyes and sat on Kenna's lap yanking her book away and tossing it, "Kenna you're no fun. Let's go swim. You too mom."
"What about me?" Sam asked.
"You wait here for the ice cream," Seth said grabbing the girls' hands and bolting for the ocean, "Besides you don't like the water."
Sam pulled his legs up as he watched them play in the water. He liked the water, Seth didn't know anything. He glared at his brother and played with the fibers of the towel under him. How long would he let Seth boss him around? Pushing himself up he went to go find Ash.
It took about thirty minutes, but he finally found the rockstar-turned-actor surrounded by women. Figured, his dad always got flocked by fans. Pushing his way though the crowd he got to his dad and tugged on the man's dark t-shirt. Ash looked down at his son with a small smile.
"Hey there Smoke. Sorry it's taking so long," he said with a laugh, "You know how fans are."
"You've been gone for an hour and a half," Smoke muttered, "What happened to the ice cream?"
"A fan recognized me," Ash said bending down to his height, "I'm really sorry Smoke."
"Oh who's this little cutie?" a woman asked smiling down at Sam.
"This is my son," Ash said ruffling his hair.
Sam crossed his arms and shrugged, fixing his hair he held out his hand to his dad. Ash sighed and put some money into it. Sam went inside and got the ice cream before heading back to the beach. Ember looked up from the towel and smiled. Sam handed her the ice creams, taking his a bit away to a shaded tree. His dad was always to busy for them.
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Post by Chloe on Jun 7, 2012 15:43:32 GMT -5
Sam:
Finally I was turning thirteen, then again so was Seth. We'd changed so much since when we were ten that day on the beach, at least I had. I didn't care about anything my parents said. They always payed attention to the others. Kenna with her advancing in magic and school, Seth with his interesting in music and tormenting girls, and Phi Phi since she was hitting the terrible threes. I was an after thought, I didn't do anything. I didn't have an issue with school, girls, or attitude.
It didn't matter though, as long as I kept to myself no one bothered me, as long as I kept my grades up my parents were happy. I couldn't help it though, I wanted to break out. I wanted to be seen for who I was. Slowly over the three years since I was ten, I started dropping my grades, I pulled away from my family, and staying out late.
Today, I was getting two lip piercings. Even if my parents noticed they couldn't get mad, not with dad's piercings. I bought the rings and the gun, couldn't be that hard to do it myself. They had instructions, plus I couldn'tget it done without parent permission at a parlor.
I set up everything in the bathroom I shared with Seth, popped one of the studs into the gun, and hooked it into my mouth. The stud would go under my bottom lip in the dead center. I fired and tried not to scream. That hurt a lot more than I thought it would. Next one got popped into the gun, and angled at the corner of my mouth. I fired again and bit my tongue. They felt weird. Alien. It would take some getting use to.
There was a knock on the door along with giggling. It was Seraphina, I could tell by the giggling.
"Smoke! Steam says its time for pwesents and cake!" she called. I waited until her footsteps receided and poured alcohol into my mouth and around the outside. Spitting it out I headed to my family, and my impatient brother.
I sat down and let Seth do most of the birthday thing. We ate cake and moved along. No one said anything about my lip, no one even noticed. Seth got a new phone from our parents, a leather jacket from Kenna, and a hand made picture frame from Phi Phi. He thanked them all and started trying out his phone.
I opened mine. A phone like Seth got, a book from Kenna, and from my youngest sister I got a guitar. Probably with the help of my parents. I gave a small thank you and got up. Taking my presents back to my room. I couldn't believe that no one noticed. So much for a cry for attention.
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Post by Chloe on Jun 8, 2012 11:10:14 GMT -5
Seth:
Turning thirteen should be something every kid looks forward to. No one can call you a kid anymore, now you're a teenager. Sam had been acting up ever since that day on the beach three years ago. How stupid, I didn't let my personality shift just because dad got swarmed by fans. Then again I was the stronger one. Sam was always weak.
He was in the bathroom doing...well who really cared what he was doing? He was a nobody. A wall flower. I snickered as I sat on my laptop, messaging my current prey. The same girl that Sam liked. I knew I would get her, I always got them. Which is probably why when I asked Sam what he though of her, he said nothing. He didn't want to tell me he liked her, because he knew that would only make it more fun for me.
Flirting with the girl over facebook was hard with Phi Phi in my lap, asking what I was doing. I was greatfull to my mom when she said it was time for cake.
"Phi Phi, go get Smoke," I said typing to the girl that I had to get off and would be back soon.
"Kaaaay Steam!" she said with a giggle before wiggling out of my lap and running off to find my twin.
Shutting off my laptop I walked over to my mom with a smile, "Mom? Can I go out later? It is my thirteenth birthday."
"As long as you're back by nine," my mom said smiling down at me.
"Sure thing."
Nine...NINE?! Sam stayed out until twelve every night! Not that my parents even noticed him. I snicked behind my hand, getting a look from my mom. We all sat down for cake, that's when I noticed the studs in Sam's lip. I waited for my parents to say something, anything. Get him in trouble...yell at him, do something! Notice him!
We got our presents, still our parents said nothing about Sam's new additions to his face. Nothing. He disappeared again and that's when they started.
"What did he do to his mouth?" my mom asked quietly. She thought I couldn't hear her? Hello? Wolf here?
My dad just shrugged, "He's trying something new. We can't really get mad at him."
"But Ash," my mom whispered, "What if his grades get worse? What if he's becoming a delinquent?"
"He's fine Em. He's just trying to find himself."
Wrong. So wrong. Sam was crying out for attention. I knew that, they were too busy taking care of me, Kenna, and Phi Phi's problems to even notice Sam. I got up and went to my room, grabbing my lap top. I took his girls, but I had a reason. I wanted my brother back. I wanted him to get mad, to know that I was paying attention to him. To know that someone recognized when he liked someone, to fight back for what he wanted. He needed to come back, before it becomes to late.
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Post by Chloe on Jun 8, 2012 16:27:43 GMT -5
Sam:
I couldn't take it anymore. At fourteen I just couldn't do it. Life, family, love? It all seemed stupid...pointless...worthless. Just like me. Seth took another girl I liked, Kenna was so obsessed with school and bossing me around she didn't see the signs, Phi Phi was to attached to my twin to notice I existed, and my parents were always busy with something else. I'd faded completely, unrecognized, unwanted, unloved.
I locked the door to my bed room. The black walls blurring all the color out of the room. I lay down on my red comforter and stared up at the ceiling. I rubbed at my arms, hidden scars beneath wrist warmers and long sleeves. No one knew that for the past year I'd been cutting. No one knew that I hated my life, why would they? They never asked. Never cared. All my cries for attention, for someone to notice me...went under the radar anyways.
I sat up and pulled the mattress over slightly. My razor blade sat there, a welcoming friend. I picked it up and moved everything back into place. I went to the bathroom and started up the shower. The noise would give an excuse to my family, and the water would help the blood run. I didn't want to be on Earth anymore. Pulling off my shirt and wristbands I stared at the multitude of scars and scabs. They were all shallow, this time would be different.
I cut deeper than I ever had before, biting back a scream. I put my wrists into the water and felt myself losing consciousness. Finally, I'd be free.
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Post by Chloe on Jun 8, 2012 16:58:37 GMT -5
Seth:
I got home from track practice and heard water running from the bathroom I shared with Sam. I walked over to his door and tried to open it, only to find it locked. I went to the kitchen and found Kenna absorbed in a book.
"Kenna," I said grabbing an apple, "How long has Sam been taking a shower?"
"I don't know...twenty maybe thirty minutes," she said with a shrug.
I dropped my apple and bolted to my room. Throwing open the door that connected to the bathroom. The room was filled with steam, I headed for the shower and saw my brother slumped over. Blood running out of his wrists. I grabbed him and shut off the water, looking around and screaming for Kenna. I checked his pulse, grabbing his shirt to press it to his wrists. There were so many scars...so many.
"What?" Kenna asked irritated as she walked into the room. When she saw him she gasped. "Get him to my car. We'll take him to the emergency room."
I nodded and lifted him up, he was so light. How hadn't I noticed this? How did I let it get to this? I laid him in the back seat and kept the shirt pressed against his wrists as Kenna jumped into the front seat and started driving.
"Dad's going to kill us," she muttered.
I didn't hear anything she said. I spent so much time trying to get Sam to fight for what he wanted that I'd missed the part that might have been hurting him more. I'd helped bring my brother to the brink.
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Post by Chloe on Jun 8, 2012 19:45:20 GMT -5
((Am I a horrible person for having fun with this?))
Seth:
Sam kept himself held up in his room. He refused to speak to anyone, refused to interact. I sighed and tried to get into the room. I opened the door only to be stopped a few inches in. Sam was sitting right there, making it so that the door wouldn't open.
"Smoke let me in," I said quietly sinking to the floor on the other side, "Come on."
A piece of paper slipped next to me, 'Why?'
"Why? Why?! God Sam are you stupid or something?! You tried to kill yourself! You tried to take your own life!"
'I never asked you to save me.'
"This is stupid if you have something to say then say it! Stop using this paper to hide!"
'Why?'
"Because I care about you Sam! I was scared to lose you!"
'Don't lie to yourself Seth. You were scared that mom and dad would blame you. I heard what McKenna said.'
"That's McKenna not me!"
'Leave me alone.'
"I'm not going to leave you alone. Not ever."
'you'll forget eventually.'
"QUIT IT WITH THE PAPER!"
He stopped and pushed the door closed again. My mom walked up and motioned for me to get out of the way.
"Sam. Honey. Open the door," she said softly, "Please?"
The door opened just enough to let her through. I heard her saying things to him. I heard pauses and a pen scraping against paper, and then nothing.
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Post by Chloe on Jun 9, 2012 9:20:49 GMT -5
Sam:
I don't remember when I started coming out of my room again. I just remember that I'd never talk. I was so use to being in the background that it was weird getting all the attention. I knew my dad was mad, I knew my mom was worried, but it didn't matter. I didn't want to talk to them. I didn't want to be here.
I sat down at the table for breakfast, my mom putting a stack of pancakes in front of me. Just as I started to eat, Seth sat down and got his own stack. He seemed irritated at something. His phone rang and he seemed to get more irritated. My mom sat down and looked at us. I knew what she saw, her two boys, one perfect in every way, the other broken. Seth took a bite of his food and smirked at his phone.
"Who are you texting this early sweet heart?" she asked.
"Kristy," he said rolling his eyes.
"Your girlfriend?" Mom asked, "Why so early? You'll be seeing her in a few minutes."
"Oh nah," Seth said his smirk growing, "I broke up with her. Now she wont leave me alone. She's so clingy."
I couldn't help it, I slammed my fist down on the table. I pushed away and headed back to my room to finish getting ready for school. He always did this to them. Every single girl he dated, it was all just a game. Now he hurt Kristy. I couldn't stand it.
I stared at myself in the mirror, I looked like my dad except with green eyes. Dark jeans with chains, dark t-shirt with a skull on it. The only difference was that I had arm warmers on, black and red striped. My mom got upset when she saw my arms. I headed out, lacing up my combat boots and grabbing my guitar. McKenna was waiting for me in a school uniform. She went to a private school but still dropped me and Seth off.
"Where is he?" she snapped, irritated at waiting.
'Like I know,' I wrote holding up my notebook.
"Sorry I'm late," Seth said rolling his eyes. A white button up slightly unbuttoned and white wash jeans. It was simpler than my clothes yet it took him twice the time.
"Whatever let's go."
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We got to school and just like I thought, there was Kristy standing at the front of the school. Her eyes were red and swollen from crying, and when she saw Seth she clung to him.
"What did I do wrong?" she wailed, "I can fix it i swear!"
"You didn't do anything," he said prying her off of him, "I'm bored with you."
"Why?!" she cried clinging to him. I couldn't do anything but stare.
"Because you're annoying. Now get off of me," he snapped finally getting out of her grip.
As he walked away a lot of other girls clung to him. He lied, he was never interested in her to begin with. That's how Seth was. I walked over to Kristy and held out my hand to her. She just stared up at me. I sighed and took out a sheet of paper.
'Come on. Let's take care of your eyes.'
"Why...why are you being so nice to me?"
'I hate to see girl's cry. Now come on.'
She took the paper out of my hand, and then placed her palm against mine. I pulled her up and took her to the nurse's office. I had her lay down and then got a cold towel to put over her eyes. The nurse let me do whatever I wanted since I was in here a lot for fights. Mostly me getting beat up.
"Sam...why are you...I mean..."
With the towel over her eyes I'd have to talk. Biting my lip I sighed, "I liked you before Seth asked you out. I feel responsible for not stopping him."
"Oh...Sam," she said, she sounded different. I looked up to see that she'd removed the towel from her eyes.
Next thing I know her hands are on my face, pulling me towards her. Then her lips were on mine. Her arms slipping around my neck, holding me close to her. I stood there, my annoyance rising. I felt used. Especially when she whispered Seth's name under her breath between coming up for short breaths of air. I reached behind my neck and pulled her arms off. Pulling back I stared at her.
"I am not my brother, and I am not going to be your rebound," I said before turning and heading out of the office, "You girls are all the same."
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Post by Chloe on Jun 9, 2012 14:49:41 GMT -5
((you got two of Seth here's two of sam )) Sam: I was so frustrated with Seth, he was picking back up on his old habits. I thought that maybe for once he'd actually liked someone. Hanna seemed to have been the one for him, I never really knew with Seth. Now she was sitting on the floor in the hall way crying her eyes out because he'd broken up with her so casually. "Let's break up. You're boring."Then he walked away. I felt bad for her, I really did. Walking over to her I took a tissue pack out of my pocket and handed it to her. Hanna's head snapped up and latched onto my hand. "Seth!" she said smiling, her eyes were closed, "You came back I knew you didn't mean it!" I knelt down and took her hands off of mine. Putting the tissue pack into them I wiped her eyes with my thumb. I hated being mistaken for my brother by the girls he broke up with. It meant I had to talk, to them. "I'm not Seth," I said quietly. "Oh...you're right," she said before breaking into a fresh wail, "I'm sorry! Don't look." I sighed and sat down, leaning against the wall. I pulled her over so her face was hidden on my shoulder, "Go ahead and cry. No one will see now." I must have sat there for about two hours, because she fell asleep before she stopped crying. I nudged her awake and stood up, "Seth has gone home by now. I'm sorry." I shoved my hands into my pockets and walked away. I could hear her following me. "Sam wait." I turned to look at her. I knew what was coming next. "Can I pretend you're Seth...just...I just want one more kiss before it's over." I sighed, "No. I'm not my brother." "Please Sam," she said starting to tear up again. I was mad, I shut my eyes and before I could say no again her lips were on mine. Feverish. Needing. I hated this, were these the only kisses I'd ever get? I didn't count them, they were all rebounds trying to get over my brother. Pushing her away gently I turned and walked out of the school and towards home.
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Post by Chloe on Jun 9, 2012 16:39:28 GMT -5
((BRANCH OFF! I got distracted by listening to music...))
Sam:
I sat in my room, the one place where I could think and actually be myself. The door was locked, Nanny Gee was taking care of Phi Phi, McKenna was reading in her room, and Seth was at track practice. So I was on my own, I was able to write a new song. Smiling to myself I picked up my guitar and grabbed my song book off my desk. Flipping to a new page I wrote the title on the top, then set to work.
"She is the Sunlight" "And if all the flowers, faded away, and if all the storm clouds decided to stay...Then you would find me, at each hour the same. 'Cuz she is tomorrow, and I am today. 'Cause if right is leaving, I'd rather be wrong. 'Cause she is the sunlight, the sun is gone.
And if loving her is, is heartache for me...and if holding her means I have to bleed...Then I am the martyr, love is to blame. 'Cuz she is the healing, and I am the pain. She lives in a daydream, where I don't belong. 'Cause she is the sunlight, the sun is gone.
And it'll take this life of regret...for my heart to learn to forget...Tomorrow will be, as it's always been. And I will fall to her again. For I know I've come to close. 'Cause if right is leaving, I'd rather be wrong. 'Cause she is the sunlight, the sun is gone.
La da da da da da, da da da da. La da da da da da da. La da da da da da. Na da da da.
'Cause she is the sunlight, and the sun is gone."
I poked my head out of my room to make sure no one heard and packed up. Flopping onto my bed I closed my eyes and welcomed sleep.
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Post by Chloe on Jun 9, 2012 21:37:22 GMT -5
((Still branching off))
Seth:
I didn't get it. How could Sam write songs so well, but not want to share them? How did he do it? I sat down behind my drum set and tapped out a beat. Nodding my head I grabbed a few sheets of paper and tried my hand at it.
"Honestly"
"Honestly, why are my clothes out on the street? Honestly, I think you've lost your mind. I can't believe I came home to find my car keyed. Honestly, I'm way to tired to fight. Round and round, drama every time.
I'm a go 'cuz I got no cuz I got no, problem with saying goodbye. Is it wrong that I'm gonna be havin' the time of my life? 'Cuz deep down I know I should cry, I should scream, and get down on my knees. I should say that I need you here, but I'm gonna party tonight. 'Cuz honestly I just don't care. Honestly, I just don't care.
Honestly...everybody's stoked I'm finally free. Honestly...my phone's blowing up tonight. I'll go out, get drunk again. Make out with all your dumb friends. Tag your face just to rub it in.
I'm a go 'cuz I got no cuz I got no, problem with saying goodbye. Is it wrong that I'm gonna be havin' the time of my life? 'Cuz deep down I know I should cry, I should scream, and get down on my knees. I should say that I need you here, but I'm gonna party tonight. 'Cuz honestly I just don't care. Honestly, I just don't care.
So don't roll up when they're playing my song. Don't act right when you know you're dead wrong. You're outta line, good night. I'm undercover, you can drop that bomb. It's a little too late, 'cuz I'm already gone. I'm already gone. G-g-g-gone, g-g-g-g-g-gone. Honestly, you did it to yourself so don't blame me.
I'm a go 'cuz I got no cuz I got no, problem with saying goodbye. Is it wrong that I'm gonna be havin' the time of my life? 'Cuz deep down I know I should cry, I should scream, and get down on my knees. I should say that I need you here, but I'm gonna party tonight.
I'm a go 'cuz I got no cuz I got no, problem with saying goodbye. Is it wrong that I'm gonna be havin' the time of my life? 'Cuz deep down I know I should cry, I should scream, and get down on my knees. I should say that I need you here, but I'm gonna party tonight. 'Cuz honestly I just don't care. Honestly, I just don't care. 'Cuz honestly I just don't care. Honestly, I just don't care."
I smiled to myself, I'd did it. Flopping down on the bed I passed out.
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Post by Chloe on Jun 9, 2012 23:32:58 GMT -5
((and now I'm back on track!))
Seth:
Stupid girls, they never learned. No matter how many times I broke up with the girl for the same reason, one more always ended up asking me back out. It was really amusing, watching them cry and beg for me to stay. I never did though. Never wanted to. I knew Sam was probably getting the brunt of my whirlwind romances. My favorite was still Kristy, even though I was sure that my going out with her was what brought Sam to the edge.
I hated to say it but she was a major slut. Trying to force herself on me every time we were alone, her advances were weak. I had plenty of older girls try and get with me just because of who my dad was, because they wanted to get into the acting career.
I stood, leaning against the limo waiting for Sam to show up. When he finally did though my stomach twisted.
"Sam...what happened to you?"
His face was cut up and bleeding, his eye had the start of a shiner, and his arms were showing his scars and a few new cuts. He stared at me and hobbled into the limo. Taking out his paper he scribbled a note.
'Your new girlfriend's ex doesn't really like you. Since I look like you, well you're alright at math. Put it together.'
Great. Now it was my fault that my little brother was getting beat up because of me.
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Post by Chloe on Jun 12, 2012 22:58:39 GMT -5
Seth:
Hailey and I were hanging out in my room, the same thing over the years. She was a few months older than Sam and me, but it wasn't that big of a deal. She didn't try to act superior, and even if she did I could fix that in a heart beat. Just a few flattering words worked on any girl. Hell I'd gotten a seventeen year old once when I was thirteen. I was that good. She sat on my bed staring at my drum set.
"What?" I asked irritated, "They're just drums."
"Yeah, but I don't play drums nimrod," she said rolling her eyes.
I rolled my eyes and picked up my phone. Moving to sit next to her I checked it. Twenty from Kristy, and thirty from Hana. I sighed and laid down, resting my head in Hailey's lap.
"Are all girls clingy and irritating?"
She rolled her eyes and bopped me on the forehead, "I'm a girl, so no."
I laughed and closed my eyes, "Yeah yeah."
I could feel her rolling her eyes at me again, "Womanizer."
"Hey...Hailey," I muttered, suddenly comfortable and tired, "I'll teach you to play one day."
She said something after that, but I couldn't hear her. I was already drifting off.
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Post by Chloe on Jun 14, 2012 17:36:29 GMT -5
Seth:
Sam, Aidan, and I were seated in the music room. Aidan's girlfriend sat close by. Smoke and I were freshman, and Aidan was a senior in high school or a junior. I didn't really care. I sat behind my drum set as Sam picked up his electric guitar. It was good to see him out of his room and actually doing something. Aidan looked at us with a smile and rolled his shoulders back.
"Alright so, you boys been working on that song?" he asked, his blue eyes searching our faces.
"Yeah, but I don't think Sam's up for singing," I said.
Sam rolled his eyes at me and pointed to Aidan. Aidan's hands hovered over the keys as he started playing. At my cue I hit up on the drums hard and fast, Sam joining in with his guitar and to my surprise the lyrics.
"So maybe I'm just blind, or maybe I can't see. Though either one is fine, I speak redundantly. Well it's hard to say what's wrong, when you're diving in like me. I use to love, relentlessly.
So how can you remember everything? Is there a rule book to our love I'm not reading? If we could just free up the laws that bind our lives, then we could love. Yeah we could love."
We started on a small instrumental break before starting in again.
"Don't get me wrong here, I need you in my life. But we're independent people at the current time. I know that years from now, the day will finally come for us to love perpetually.
So how can you remember everything? Is there a rulebook for our love I'm not reading? If we could just free up the laws that bind our lives. Then we could love. Yeah, we could love
This is where I draw the line this time. This just has to stop right here. If we can't just learn to live our lives, then we don't have any hope at all.
So how can you remember everything? Is there a rulebook for our love I'm not reading? If we could just free up the laws that bind our lives. Then we could love. Yeah, we could love
So how can you remember everything? Is there a rulebook for our love I'm not reading? If we could just free up the laws that bind our lives. Then we could love. Yeah, we could love."
As soon as the song ended Sam got up and left. Aidan looked over at his girlfriend and gave a small shrug. I knew though, Sam didn't want to sing in front of anyone. He didn't want them to hear his voice, he didn't think anyone cared.
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Post by Chloe on Jun 23, 2012 1:23:57 GMT -5
Sam *flash back*:
We were in elementary school, nothing really different. Seth and I were young, and violent. Something about being wolves we felt the need to play, and by play I mean fight. Mom always got mad at us, the cuts on our lips, bruises on our arms and legs, black eyes, it was defiantly something to worry about. We just kept at it though. Wither it was each other or others we always came home with some weird injury.
The funny part was that Aidan would join in. That really pissed off Aunt Aven. I'd never forget how we all had each other's backs though.
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Post by Chloe on Jun 28, 2012 0:24:25 GMT -5
Sam:
Why did I let her get in? Why did I actually talk to her...let her know who I am? Rachel...what is it about her that makes me want to talk?
Ariadne was laying on my bed with me while I was sleeping. It was harmless to let her lay across my chest, listening to my breathing. She was just there, she just listened. It made it easier, around her I didn't have to talk unless I wanted too. Yet, even then, I was thinking about her.
Ariadne sighed and smoothed my hair back from my face. She'd been gone a lot lately, and when she did come over she smelt of sea water and sunlight. It was strange for her, usually inside. The normal sent of perfume and tea leaves. It was different, she seemed happier.
Why was everyone else...so happy? Why couldn't I be happy...
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