Sixty Five

DEVAN

THREE WEEKS BEFORE THE ACCIDENT...

There were only two of us who didn't seem to be so normal, as opposed to what the world referred to as normal. Matt and I were those two people, and we weren't trying so hard to fit in anymore.

Over the months we had gotten closer, so close that Mum felt threatened by it. I could do nothing but see how incapacitated she felt seeing us together.

Sad, of course! Yet, slowly, and with the passing of time, her one time favourite child, had cut himself from her, and you could tell that she wasn't so happy about it.

I could see her force a smile on each time she saw the both of us together. And, oh dear! How much joy I had just seeing her screech in agony, or yell unnecessarily.

It was worth it. I had finally managed to make things the right way. This was how it was all meant to be from the beginning, before Mum had played the favouritism card on us.

"Sit still," I ordered, as Matt repositioned himself in his seat.