“I’m worried about him.” I say, as I held the phone close to my face.
“For what? He’s already tarnished our reputation as innovative, intelligent people! I cannot afford to raise misfits and failures like him, especially since he’s enrolling for the academy. He needs to get his act together or I’m kicking him out from our family entirely!” The man from the other side of the call replied.
“I understand, but couldn’t we get him some help? Some of us need assistance, psychological aid even.”
“Oh son, don’t be so glum, I will handle that issue with him. If he does not make an intervention for his own behavior even after suspension has been lifted, then I have no choice but to disown him. Anyways, I should get back to work. I’ll deal with this later.” He says.
“Yeah, I’ll see you later, dad.” I hang up the phone.
Click!
This is outrageous. I always seem to be struck with great dumbfoundedness whenever I bring up topics like this with him. Perfect this, perfect that, has he ever thought about actually caring for his own family members?
I sigh, before I spoke to myself. “I just can’t let this happen. Man.”
I took a stride around my laboratory, then I took a sudden glance at a small frame that depicts a photo on top of my operation table. I picked it up, revealing me and my brother smiling, or well, I was smiling, my sibling was at least trying to. Besides that frame is another photo revealing him running in the fields of grass, he seems to be playing with his dog.
“You’re not like the others, I know.” I say, before putting the frame back down.
As I walked out of my lab, I went directly to my brother’s room. His automated door opened for me, as I took a glance of his rather ravishing, sparkly clean lab. Despite all the biological experiments he’s been conducting, he’s still rather hygienic as ever. Across his lab, I can see my brother. He had blood splatters on one of his hands, and his coat.
“Hey, bro.” I say, as I sat besides him with a stray chair. “Why’d you do it? I just want to know.”
“I don’t know . . . I just . . . couldn’t take it anymore.” He responds, shuffling away from me.
“Can’t take anymore of what?”
“. . .” I see him look down, staring at his hands. “It’s just, people don’t like me. I do not know vhy. I do not know vhy zhey beat me, make fun of me, destroy vhat I make when all I vant to do is to help zhem.”
“I see . . .”
I understood what he was going through, all that emotional pain, misunderstood judgement, constant abusive pressure from his own parents, in my opinion that’s something no young man should go through.
“Hey, chin up. Let’s just forget about this for a moment and . . . well y’know, go outside? I think your dog is waiting for you to play with him, plus an icecream truck is scheduled to be here!” I smile, as I place my hand on his shoulder.
My brother looked up to me, I could see his lips trying so hard to form a grin. “Y-Yeah, okay.” He stood up besides me.
We both got up, and thanks to the absence of our other family members in our home, we are free to do whatever we wish for the time being. However, I wish I could help him with greater intensity than this. I hope he’ll be okay when father comes.