Fiery Friendships
"Stop playing with me, you idiot!" God, how I hated Lucian, such a moron; despite him being my brother, he was the worst, teasing me always and never having a single bit of thoughtfulness behind his eyes.
I ran downstairs since it was 7:00 a.m. I was going to have my breakfast until I saw my brother, Lucian. He was frying an egg on a pan. He smirked as he threw an egg across the entire kitchen. My eyes widen as I catch my plate, and I yell out to him, "Don't do that next time! It's a waste of food!" Lucian took light of the situation and just laughed in my face; I had to get revenge one way or another.
As I slowly picked up my bag and started up the car, Lucian, being the little b*tch he is, banged on my window before getting into his car. Before I drove off, I showed him the middle finger, and I pulled out of the driveway.
After a few classes of college, I skipped class and drove home to see if Lucian was still there, doing something, but as I opened the garage door, I saw him crouching down at a pile of documents, papers, cardboard, whatever it was; it was currently engulfed in flames, and Lucian was just watching the fire. it hit me as he slowly looked up from the fire; he was probably pyromaniac. He got up and looked at me with a straight face, his eyes reflecting the uncomfortable flames. I got out of the car, and I yelled at him while trying to put out the fire, "What the hell, Lucian!?" Lucian remained silent as I put out the flames
2 days later, he acted stranger and stranger by the hour, and today, I think he finally snapped. I was in bed reading a book while listening to music on my phone, until I saw Lucian walk past my room with a lighter and a crazed grin on his face. As soon as I saw him, I knew that something bad was about to happen. I arose from my bed and ran at him. He shoves me down while holding the lighter. I scream out of terror, and he lights the kitchen on fire. The room is quickly engulfed in flames as I cough and gasp for air.
Lucian's grin falters the slightest before letting himself immerse himself in the flames. I step back from fear and shock as I continue to struggle for air. I eventually manage to throw myself out my glass door, and I injure myself terribly. I somehow manage to survive the fire, albeit with multiple glass shards embedded into my torso and arms.
After a few weeks, I ended up in a hospital with a cast on my arm. I wondered to myself, "How on earth did this all happen in the first place?" As I exited the hospital, I stopped by my local convenience store and purchased a small bottle of alcohol. I walked a good 14 minutes before reaching my home, it was basically burnt to a crisp, and there were various emergency vehicles parked around the house.
I walked back to the city and rented an apartment, letting out a sigh. It was getting dark, so I went outside and started the fire. I took the bottle out and gave it a taste. However, as I kept drinking it, an odd shape that resembled a skull started to form around the bonfire. I hurl my glass bottle at it, and my eyes get big. I didn't recognise the guy at first, but then it dawned on me that they somehow resembled a cross between Lucian and his father. My mind was racing with ideas: could that imply Lucian wasn't such a bad person after all? I wasn't sure what it signified, if anything.
Credited to Dfgtfrderf
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