pens and paper- chapter 6

I need to get him out. 

Yeah, how are you going to do that, genius? Huh? You gonna tell child services? They going to believe you this time? Are you really that naive now? 

Shut up.

No tell me how are WE going to get out of this. How is Charlie going to make it out alive?

Look at him. 

I turned my head to peer at my brother through watery eyes, he just lay there shaking as tears slipped from his eyes, coaxing mine out as well. 

Oh, you're going to cry now. Really? What happened to you, genius? I thought you wanted to save the world. I thought you had a plan. 

'shut up' I growled through gritted teeth. Charlie looked up at me with a questioning look through his crying eyes. I just shook my head at him and went back to staring at the door of the closet we were both cowering inside of in silence, half listening to the screaming voices echoing down the hall. 

Oh look now Charlie thinks we're crazy, oh wait... we are genius, we are batshit crazy, accept it! 

I rolled my eyes in response. 

Awwww come on genius, tell my what's your big plan. I can't wait to get out of here; I don't know about you but i wanna party and live like a normal freaking teenager. So come on, let's go with this plan of yours, tell me please, because i am searching around back here and all i see is a big empty space so...

I huffed out in fustration. Leave me alone ok? I will think of something.

Oh really? Ladies and gentlemen, Genius here has nothing. Can we please get a round of applause for the most delusional person on this damn planet. 

'I am not delusional.' I said louder, ignoring Charlie's curious stare, keeping my wary eyes fixed on the door. 

Now, you see, that just proves to me how far your dilusion really goes. My, my, you really are crazy are'nt you? Crazier than me, and I am the part of you that is meant to be crazy!

I felt my hands clench into fists and closed my eyes shut tightly. Go away. Go away. GO AWAY.

No genius, you are taking this all wrong! You should be proud, you have managed to effectivly make the insane part of you look sane. My mind echoed in a mocking tone. 

' I am not crazy.' I growled, my hands shaking, completely oblivious to Charlie's now scared stare on my ridged figure, locked in anger.

Sweetie, I am not sure you are in a position to give a valid opinion on your mental state when you are in a closet with your beaten little brother, talking to yourself. My mind sneered in a condecending tone.

I was about to respond when a hand suddenly gripped mine, i turned to see Charlie grabbing at my hand with an urgent, terrified look in his eyes. 'Listen.' He whispered.

And for the first time in what felt like years, I pushed the voices out of my head and listened. 

Nothing. 

There was nothing.

Silence.

And so me and Charlie shrunk further back into the shadows of the closet and waited.