Cruel
Barley was worried for his little brother. Ian was now skipping meals and locking himself in his room more frequently. He hadn't given Barley any update since he went in and cussed out everyone at the school, but really, who could blame him? Two idiots put their hands on him.
"Ian, dinner's ready," Barley knocked on the door, but Ian didn't respond. His mind briefly wondered back to his own time in high school, where he was bullied frequently for pretty much existing. He tried to open the door and was relieved to find it unlocked.
"I'm not in the mood to talk, Bar," Ian said and Barley sat beside him.
"Okay, we don't have to talk," Barley responded, simply. "But we can if you want. We can go downstairs and eat. We can sit here in silence. It's up to you."
"I'm not hungry."
"That's fine," Barley lied. It wasn't fine, but it's not like he could just force Ian to eat. How would that help the situation? He knew Ian would eventually eat, but for now, patience.
They sat there for a few minutes. Ian was laying on his bed, his back to Barley, but Barley knew Ian knew he wasn't going anywhere.
"What's so wrong with me anyway?" Ian asked, his voice filling the cool winter air with pain and tension. Barley sighed.
"Nothing is wrong with you. High school is just hard."
He wished his mom were here. She used to make him feel better when it was all too much. Now, it was Barley's turn to do that for Ian. Even though he had been the sole caretaker for the last few years, it still felt new to him. He wondered if there would ever be a time when this got easier.
"Kids are so hard to talk to, Bar. I don't know how. It's like I freeze up and then they make fun of me for being different, but I don't know how to be like them."
"You don't have to be like them," Barley immediately responded, and he felt Ian roll his eyes at that one. "Ian, yes, you are different, but at the end of the day, there is nothing wrong with that. High school is a time where everyone is figuring themselves out, and honestly, if you peak in high school, there is something seriously wrong with you."
Ian didn't respond.
"No one knows who they are and deep down, everyone is different, Ian. You just have to be one of the few that aren't afraid to admit that."
"But I don't want them to make fun of me anymore."
"I know, bud, trust me, I get it. And I wish I could say it's going to get easier and it will, but there's always going to be something in life. You just have to learn to find the joys in it, too."
"Joys? What joys were there when you had to throw everything away for me just for me to turn out like this?" Ian said, his voice laced with venom and Barley felt his heart sink at that one.
"Ian. You are my greatest joy in life. Come here," Barley said as he pulled the younger one into a hug. "It was hard, trying to figure out what to do, but I'm so glad I was able to keep you and I'm so, so thankful you weren't in the car that night. Bud, I miss Mom and Dad every day, but don't for a moment think you weren't the biggest blessing of my life."
Ian didn't respond. Instead he sobbed against his older brother, who rocked him back and forth, trying to sooth him.
High school students could be so cruel.











