Her Save Line

 Writer's point of view...

  Mitchell walked into Michael 's room and found him rolling off the bed, the next second, he landed on his butt. His hair was messy, sticking up all over his head. 

   Michael groaned as he picked himself up from the floor. He was on blue stripe pajamas same as Mitchell, only that Mitchell's own is pink

"oh! no!!" Michael cried out in pain as he rubbed his backside, Mitchell looked at him with amusement but also concern.

"Michael, really?" Mitchell, her voice turning from concern to  sarcasm. Michael sighed as he took his glasses off. 

"Really what? Shift a bit, I want to have sense of my surrounding."

    Mitchell moved aside as she watched her twin brother staggered towards the Sofa. He threw himself on it when he got to it.

   She can't understand why he has to roll off the bed every morning. He is a terrible sleeper and that's why at age three, they already have separate bed because Michael can't stay in a place while sleeping.

  "I am so sorry for you future girlfriend and wife, it means you will not share a bed with any one of them.

Mitchell muttered under her breath, folding her arms.

  Michael's room has tons of blues on almost everything here. Starting from the bed to his wall, the closet. Even his bookshelf is full of blues, she understands why he has so many blues, but somehow they don't fit right there. She thinks it's kinda weird but not so weird because her room is the pink version of Michael's room, but at least Michael won't be in a room filled with red, she won't stand it. That's not something to look forward to anyways.

"You do realize you're talking to your sis?"

"Whatever. Why are you here anyway, your not mom." Michael rolled onto his side so his back is facing her.

"Well..uh... I thought you might need some help getting ready for school "

Michael chuckled lightly.

"You think I would need help getting ready? what gave you that idea?"

Michael rolled back around as a smirk appeared on his face.

"Because you always do, you don't seems to realize that you are old now"

   Mitchell wasn't finding his attitude funny. He is behaving like an asshole. Michael is the sweetest person she knows but when he is like this, you will hate him.

"Do you think someone who wears white and blue all the time needs help?

Mitchell just shrugged.

"Ohh, wait! You think I can't prepare for school without help. That's funny!" Michael laughed. Mitchell couldn't really believe that Michael's laugh could get any louder than normal. It sounded like an actual scream.

"Well, prove it. Just don't come outside without being fully prepared for school and for your information, mom is on household strike so you are on your own"

"Wait! What!!"

  He screamed getting off his sofa.

Mitchell brought out her tongue" you heard that right. I bet you, If Miss Slender sees how terrible you will look today. She would never want to sit near you again"

"Hey, her name is Casey" Michael growled, trying to keep his voice down as he got up. "And I don't care if she does. She isn't going to see me looking like bad. I am so hot to look less handsome with or without"

 "Tell that to the wing, you think that I don't know the reason you look your best everyday is to impress her. Unluckily for you, today is not that day because Michael I know doesn't know how to wear his socks right so automatically you will look terrible without mom's help.. That made me wonder if mom doing everything for us was even the right thing?"

  "Mitchell, out of my room now!"

Michael yelled when he could not stand his sister.

 Mitchell rolled her eyes and left the room, at the door , she turned and smiled at him"I love you big head " she teased before leaving his room.

"It's going to be a bad day for you," he heard her say after she closed the door behind her.

  Mitchell was right about him not knowing how to do things for himself, too bad for him he wouldn't get any help today. 

 Jenny's point of view is…

Since Mitchell pushed me into the room, I had been sitting on the floor staring at the portrait in my hand.

  I have not seen him for years now. I am sure he is no longer the man I know, he should be more of what he was before, 38, I guess. I miss him so much yet I can't do anything about it.

  Doing anything will be risking the lives of those I care about. I can bear not to be with him but I can't bear to lose a life.

  Looking at me, you would think I have got everything, a happy home, a flourishing business and doing well more than most people but deep down, I am not the happiest person, if not, the saddest. 

  Mitchell and Michael are my only save line and I will keep holding on for them.