AL - A Day In The Life (5 years earlier)
“Simon? Are you in here?”
Jorel slowly opened the door to their shared bedroom. The curtains were drawn and only some light was shining through the dark cloth. Just enough to see. Both of their beds on either side of the room, the big oak shelf next to the window and the desk with the old dusty computer on top. The carpet was covered in pieces of clothing and paper sheets. No one ever bothered to pick them up.
There was a dark figure sitting on the bed across the room.
Jorel made his way toward him, trying not to trip over anything in the darkness. He walked around the bed and stopped a few feet away from his younger brother. Simon was motionlessly sitting on the edge of the bed, just staring into thin air. He had both of his sleeves pulled over his hands and was breathing heavily, as if trying not to cry.
„Hey, Simon.“, he began carefully. „One of the knives from the kitchen went missing. Have you seen it? Mom says it‘s gone.“ He smiled at his