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Suffering from something isn't easy. Just ask Dirk Strider, He'll tell you how hard it is.
Dirk sighed, running a hand through his hair only to come back with a handful of golden blonde hair. He really needed to tell someone about that. "damn it.." he said, shooking his hand off, watching the hair fall to the floor. His computer chimed and he opened pesterchum.
--golgothasTerror [GT] began pestering timaeusTestified [TT] at 0:01--
GT: Hey, howre you doing?
TT: I'm fine.. my hair's fallin' out again.
GT: Thats horrible!! Dirk you have to tell your brothers!! Its been like 4 years since i left, do you need me to come back??
TT: I don't wanna tell them!
GT:...
GT:Ill book a plane ticket and Ill be there in about three days..no arguing..
--golothasTerror [GT] ceased pestering timeasTestified [TT] at 0:04
Dirk sighed, running a hand through his hair again, shaking off the hair that followed through with it. He looked over at his twin's bed, jealously running through him. Dave was much thinner with nice milky pale skin. Dirk thought he was heavy, he had darker skin and darker hair than the other and he hated it. Dirk could see the drastic weight loss he was having but that came with not eating. He sighed again, closing his laptop and placing it on the floor. He'd rather sleep than think about weight right now.
He woke a few hours later to the sound of heaving in the bathroom. He thought nothing of it, probably food poisoning on Bro's part. Dirk rolled over and streatched a bit. The sun wasn't up quite yet but it was somewhat brighter outside. He glanced at his alarm clock, the numbers '6:30' blinking brightly in green at him. The bedroom door opened and Dave walked in. He looked weak as he shuffled towards his bed. "Morning bro.." Dirk said as he sat up and stretched. Dave jumped slightly from the sudden voice on the other side of the room. "y-yeah morning..almost time for school??" Dirk nodded and stood, just as weak as Dave. "yeah, get dressed and fix yourself something to eat..I'll drive today.." Dave nodded. "You should take your advice and get some food.." Dirk rolled his eyes and walked out of the room. 'Gaining weight hurts more than hunger pains' he thought, entering the kitchen. He looked around, noticing the coffee tin on the counter. A sudden, deep, sleepy voice with a southern drawl made him jump. "Ya gonna make coffee again for breakfast..?" Bro sighed as Dirk turned to face him. "yer gettin' thin...and I never see ya eat anymore..have some real food with nutrients fer once.." Dirk rolled his eyes again. "I do eat thank you very much.." Bro scoffed. "barely...don't be goin'...whats it called...ah ferget it, just eat somethin' fer me.." Dirk swallowed hard, pushing past Bro to walk back to his shared room. "yeah..whatever". Dave was back in bed, asleep. Dirk figured his stomach had to hurt from whatever made him throw up earlier so he made no note of it. He figured Dave wanted to stay home. It was Friday after all and missing one day of school wouldn't hurt anyone. Dirk poked his head back out of the room, watching a few strands of his hair flutter down to the floor like feathers coming off of a bird. "Hey bro?" The elder looked up from where he stood in the kitchen. "hmm?" Dirk swallowed hard again. "Dave's got food poisoning from your shitty attempts at cooking and I don't wanna go to school...can we stay home..?" Bro sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Whatever jus' dont bother me" Dirk nodded and slipped back into his room, shutting the door tightly behind him. He decided he needed some more sleep, taking the fact he hadn't gotten much.
"Whatever jus' dont bother me" Bro said, watching as Dirk nodded and slipped back into the dark room. He sighed finally getting the one moment in the day that he enjoyed. He'd been shooting up heroin now for a good 9 years. "finally..." he said to nothing as he opened a drawer. The drawer was home to a few clean needles and a few bottles containing a rosey gray liquid. He retrieved one of the bottles and one of the needles, heading towards the futon. There he sat, prepping the needle and with the liquid. Bro tapped the shaft of the needle, knocking out any air bubbles. He reached a shaky arm out an looked for a vein. Finding one in his arm wasn't hard from all the track lines the drug left. He took a deep, sharp breath and pushed the needle into his vein. Letting out the air he drew in as he injected the smack into his blood stream helped the slight sting it gave. he tossed the needle onto the table after capping it. The slight rustle in another room caught his attention and he looked up as his older brother emerged from his room. "Derrick...Why are you up and where are the twins..?" Bro didn't say anything, he simply looked down at the bottle on the coffee table then back up at D. "What are you doing..?" Bro laughed a bit. "Skag..." D's eyes widened. "And the twins..?" Bro looked over at the door. "bed..." the other red eyed Strider frantically walked out of his room towards Bro. "So you're out here shooting up while the boys sleep?!" The now high man nodded and laughed again. "Dave's sick and Dirky won't eat again..he didn't wanna go and i aint gonna make 'im" D sighed. "i'll make him eat in a little while..now stop making so much noise...I have a headache..." Bro nodded and watched D stumble off to his room. Once he was gone, Derrick stood, grabbing the bottle and needle. He entered the kitchen again and put the bottle back in the drawer. He discarded the needle in the waste basket before making his way to the washroom. He knew he was going to vomit, he could feel the nausea starting to kick in and besides, he almost always did.
This was the second time Dirk woke up to someone hurling in the bathroom. He figured it was Dave again but when he sat up, Dave was still in the same place as before...His bed. He listened to the dry heaves before hearing a few splashes. He made his way out of his room. Bro was nowhere to be found. The sounds continued and that's when Dirk remembered Bro's little habit. He checked the garbage and he was correct. It was Bro hunched over the toilet this time, vomiting up whatever he ate the night before and a whole shit ton of bile. He ran a hand through his hair, dropping the strands out of habit. He went through all the effects that bro would go through within the hour in his head 'a rush; sexual pleasure; warm flushing of the skin; dry mouth; a heavy feeling in the extremities; nausea; vomiting; severe itching; drowsiness for several hours; mental function is clouded; heart function slows; and breathing is also severely slowed...' he sighed. "the nausea and vomiting always hits him first.." he said with yet another sigh. His stomach rumbled, meaning he needed to get something into it. He wasn't sure what at this point but it had to be something. Dirk bit at his thumb nail and contemplated whether coffee or water would suffice for the time being. 'well if i have water, i can drink it down quickly but with coffee i have more because its hot...but Bro said i wasnt allowed to make coffee...' he thought, pulling a cup out of the cabinet. He decided on water, trying to make it out like he ate and already washed and dried his dish. He guzzled down the water, listening to Bro dry heave in the bathroom. The sounds plus the lack off food made him dizzy so he grabbed the counter. He heard Dave shuffle out of the room and flashed scared eyes towards him as everything went black.
"D!!!!!!!" Dave screamed. D came running out as Bro exited the bathroom. Bro's brain was fuzzy and he couldn't perceive anything at the current moment, D, on the other hand, sunk to his knees next to Dave. "H-he hit his head! H-he..he just suddenly passed out...i dont know why!" Dave was crying as he tried to figure out what to do with his hands. "We have to bring him to the hospital..." D lifted his shirt, only to be greated with a protruding rib cage and hip bones. "Now!"