The weekend went by as it always does. Quiet, relaxing and normal. Keith only showed up once, but he didn't come back after I told him to leave me alone in the weekends. So for once it was a normal uneventful two days full of pure relaxing.
Anyway, those days past faster than I wanted, and I was once again on my way to school. Because I didn't have my own car like Drew, I'm forced to take the bus. And that results in Keith popping up beside me with no warning whatsoever.
"You have to stop doing that!" I whispered as low as humanly possible. He heard it anyway.
"You have to help me!" He yelled at me, completely ignoring my previus statement.
"So let me," I whispered lowly, taking my headphones out of my bag. I put them on and turned the volume up. Keith's whining was drowned out by All Time Low.
I walked into the house after school. I could hear Drew's music on full blast upstairs and I cringed. He's having a girl over. Yuck. I cautiously walked up the stairs, past Drew's bedroom, and into my own. I shuddered at the thought of my brother doing it.
"It's pretty intense in there." I almost screamed in shock at Keith popped up in front of me.
"What is?" I asked uninterested. I don't care about what he has to say. He's bipolar, I swear.
"Your brothers rough doings next door. Can I just say: Raw!"
"Ew! No you can't!" I exclaimed laughing loudly. I threw a pillow on him and he felt to the floor. I laughed again.
"Will you please tell me what's wrong so you can go soon? Your presence always makes me so tired!" I said groggily.
"No? No?!" I was suddenly furious. "Then go! If you don't want me to help you, then why are you even here?! Why are you following me?! You're giving me more than enough problems!" I screamed at him. I'm suddenly grateful of that stupid, naive girl.
"You don't know anything!" I don't know why he was mad, but he sure as hell didn't have a reason to.
"I don't know anything?! If anything, you don't know anything! You have absolutely no idea of what I'm going through every god damn day, Keith! Everyday I'm being made fun of, because I can "talk to ghosts"! I never asked for any of this, why can't you just leave me alone!?"
Surely my words hit a sore spot because, before I could react, he was gone. Just "poof" and possibly for good this time. Why do I of all people has to be the person with this "gift"? Why couldn't it be Drew? Everyone thinks he's a freak anyway.