Chapter 52

He refuses to open his door and I can feel all the earlier elation I had felt with Eras disappear, only to be replaced by a sort of irritation at the way Scott was behaving like a child.

Okay, i know it's totally unfair for me to say that but come on. I've been standing here for the past two hours and I'm starting to feel like Anna from frozen. His insistence to not even utter a word to me makes me feel even more horrible as my mind runs rampant.

He could be hurt. Terribly hurt and yet, he'd decide not to show it at all. That's the sort of person Scott is and I can't help but hate that part of him right now "Scott can you please just say something?" I say my voice weary and tired from sleep. It's almost like he's deliberately making me suffer this fate of silently waiting out his room for a word from him.

He hasn't even made any sort of noise since he was in there, and I can't help but feel a sinking feeling in my chest. I don't want to consider the option that Scott had killed himself because of this. It would be very foolish of him and I'd surely tell him in a few minutes when I met him on the other side.

The notion seems to make me laugh, a bit and I can imagine it dosen't help my current situation right now as the door stays firmly locked. "Scott, please open the door, let's talk it out, you know you're the only one I've got, I'd never do anything to intentionally hurt you. Please just open the door so we can talk at least" I say, putting all my acting skills into making my voice crack like I was in the brink of tears.

When we were younger Scott couldn't bear seeing me cry, as we got older he did change from plain crying along with me, to just consoling me but I know he's still touched whenever I cry. Sure enough a few minutes later he opens the door with hair dripping wet and a bored expression on his face. I smile toothily at him and rocked back and forth on my heels like some lovestruck girl, as I wiggled my eyebrows at him.

He's trying to hold it in and I do the last thing that gets him to burst out laughing. I bite my lower lip while still wearing that goofy grin on my face. I enjoy the sound of his unrestrained laughter as he opens the door wide, to allow me entrance. I don't know when Scott became taller than me, but now it seems to bug me as I figure out, I can't lord my status as an elder sister when my younger brother is literally taller than me. I'd feel like a dunce doing so.

We don't talk about the little thing with Eras and I don't deem it fit to ask for his help on how Eras makes me go crazy. Instaed we talk about other things and I fall asleep on his bed as he studies. I have pleasant dreams of a golden haired boy, though sometimes I don't know why he morphs into someone with hair like melted tar.