Hey guys! This is gonna be a mix of tension and hurt/comfort. For people who'd worry if this is gonna be scary, it's far from it. This is something I got inspired to write from watching the reaction's to the video "Annie96 is typing..". The video of Reaction Time's Part 1 Reaction to it is up top if you guys want to check it out. I hope you enjoy it this will all be in Collins's POV(Point of View) just to let you all know! Hope you enjoy this! 🤗

Collins: 19 years old

Devan: 17 years old

Setting: Key Household/Text Messages

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It was one of those usual Monday mornings, boring and gloomy. Devan and I were just at a party last night for our close friends, Bailey and Brooklyn McKnight. They just turned 16 and invited us to celebrate at their house with a few of their other friends. We happily agreed since we had gotten so close to the twins and plus I'm always down when there's cake involved..

Now it was 7:15 am and I had to take Devan to school. I woke up feeling exhausted, wishing I could stay under the soft, warm covers. But I knew I had to get my brother up for school, so I forced my achy body to get out of bed. As I made my way toward his bedroom, my parents came out of theirs with content expressions on their faces. I smiled at them, "Morning mom, morning dad!"

"Good morning, Collins," they said in unison, stopping in their tracks to give me hugs. My mom asked, kissing my forehead softly, "Are you waking your brother up?" I answered, "Yep, then I'm taking him to school." My dad wrapped his arm around his wife as they walked toward the kitchen, "Okay, he has about a half hour before you guys leave to get ready you know."

"Okay, I'll make sure he gets up right away then," I say, making my way to Devan's room. Once I'm in front if his bedroom door, I open it slowly, the hinges creaking in the process. I walk slowly towards his bed, realizing how neat and tidy his room was compared to mine. It's as if he has guests over to his bedroom and needs to keep it nice 24/7. Although the only thing that's not clean was his art workshop in the corner of the room. Trays of paint laid across the floor, paintbrushes were streamed on top of a table, and his canvas had splotches of paint all over it.

I looked over at my brother as I heard his slow breathing, deep in his slumber. I smiled at him.  I can't help but think Devan is so adorable when he sleeps. He looked like a little child or a baby pup. Unfortunately, I had to wake him. Without much thought, I placed my hands on Devan's back and shook him softly, "Dev...Dev. It's time to get up." The boy in bed moaned, twisting his body away from me. I continue to pester him, "Devan, it's time to wake up now or you'll be late for school."

He sat up in surrender, rubbing his eyes with a yawn, "Why does school have to be so early..?"I shrugged, helping him pull off the covers, "I don't know but come on. You have a thirty minutes before we have to leave." Obeyingly, Devan stood up from his bed and walked over to his dresser. Before he did anything, he looked over at me without moving. I persisted to stand there until I got the clue, "Ohh! Right, right sorry." Embarrassingly, I left his bedroom, shutting his door tightly as he began to get ready for the day.

Twenty eight minutes later(yes..exactly twenty eight minutes later, don't judge me), Devan stepped out of the bathroom towards the living room to grab his book bag. Our mother smiled at him, "Morning, my darling." My brother glanced in her direction, but continued to fumble with his jacket he was zippering on, "Hi, mom." Odd, I get Devan was tired but that was a slightly cold response.

I shrug it off and went to grab two granola bars that my dad held out to me. I handed one to Devan who was now putting his book bag straps across his shoulders, "For the way there." I was pretty sure he could finish it in the car cause we lived fifteen minutes from the school. Devan took it from me and mumbled, "Thanks." I looked over at my parents who wearily smiled at us, "I'll see you when I get home." My dad waved, "Okay, we'll see ya." Mom grinned at us, "Bye Devan. Hope you have a good day!"

"Okay," was the last thing he said to them before we walked out of the house.

{Time Skip}

"Okay, you have everything?"

"Yes, Collins. I have my homework, my phone, my lunch..," Devan answered drowsily to me as if he were quoting something that he's said for the fiftieth time. Hey, I just want to make sure my bro has everything he needs.. I try to smile at him as we sat in the car in front of his school, "Okay..good, call me if you have trouble with-." Devan interrupted me, slightly aggravated, "-with anyone at school because if I do, you'll go after them and show who's boss. We've gone over this, Collins!"

I pulled back slightly at his response. Devan gets annoyed with me sometimes but he's never this cold to me. My brother must've notice my change in expression because he sighed, lowering his gaze, "Sorry..I just better get going now, okay?" I nod at him feeling myself grow depressed. Why did he have to sometimes yell at me like that? I'm just trying to look after him..

I felt Devan nudged me, "Hey, I'm sorry bro. I shouldn't have snapped at you like that, but since when did you turn into a big baby?" Hearing the last sentence I begin to smirk, "Since when did you turn into a grumpy old troll?" We both laughed a little, causing our moods to ease. I start to grin at him, "I'll pick you up here as usual." Devan opened the car door, hopping out of it, "Okay, I'll see ya!"

"Okay! I—," I stopped myself, wanting to say "I love you" to him at that moment, but he'd think I was embarrassing if I said it here, "I—I'll see you later, bro." I saw his bright blue eyes twinkle as he saw someone walk up to him when he shut the door. It was one of his guy friends and soon two other sophomores, a boy and a girl, joined them standing all in a line walking towards the brick building. I smiled seeing Devan with his group of friends and I sped away from the school to home.

{Time Skip}

Hours later, 11 o clock to be exact, I sat on the sofa in my living room, bored out if my mind. There was nothing to do and no one to talk to. My parents went to work and none of my friends could hang out because they're either sleeping or they had other plans. I felt myself groan in boredom and my body sank more into the cozy couch behind me. As soon as I felt myself accept defeat, a thought hit me; I wonder what Devan is doing right now..

I grinned at the idea popping into my head as I pulled my phone out of my back pocket and began to text my brother;

I loved talking to my little bro, I don't know why but it always gave me a sense of peace and security;

Devan started typing back and the message he sent began a chain reaction of events;

Suddenly my heart began to pound quicker against my chest. Why wasn't Devan responding to me? What if this wasn't a drill after all? Trying to stay calm, I fidget to get into a comfortable sitting position, staring at the screen. I felt the breath I was holding in release as I saw Devan begin to type again;

I felt my palms grow sweaty trying to think of a way to keep my brother from being worried. What should I do? I start to think of something;

Devan's typing again, keeping me on edge. None of my attempts to cheer him up have worked and I wasn't sure what else I should do. I continued to keep my eyes on my phone at Devan thought bubble icon continue to type;

Now thinking about it, that made a lot of sense. And with him being sleepy this morning, that would explain why he was in such a sour mood to all of us. I typed back to my brother;

Devan's typing again and I sat up a little more;

Another five minutes go by and my foot was fidgeting. He'll be okay, I told myself, there's an adult there, a bullet proof door..at least I think it's bulletproof, and he has his phone. My phone lit up as Devan's name popped on the screen;

My stomach began to twist in knots as I saw my brother's confidence shrivel into nothing. I was standing, my hands beginning to shake;

I felt the tears fog my vision seeing my brother scared, I could barely see the screen anymore as I typed to him;

I wiped my eyes and focused on the screen and saw what he just typed more clearly;

I felt myself want to vomit at the texts. WHAT'S HAPPENING TO DEVAN??? I fumble with the keyboard crazily;

Devan didn't type. He never responded. My heart began to shatter and without doing anything else, I sprinted out of the house not bothering to lock the door. I grabbed my keys out of my pocket and got into my car, quickly driving down the road. What's wrong with Devan?? Was he okay?? What happened?? My thoughts were scattered all over the place as I ran a red light. I didn't care, I need to know my little brother's okay! I need to call mom!

"Hey Collins! Glad to hea-."

"MOM! THERE'S A SHOOTER AT DEVAN'S SCHOOL AND HE SAID THE KILLER WAS AT HIS DOOR AND NOW HE ISN'T RESPONDING TO ME GET TO THE SCHOOL NOW!!"

"Oh my Gosh! WHAT HAPPENED TO MY BOY??"?

"GET TO THE SCHOOL MOM!! GET DAD THERE TOO!!"

I hung up and sped up my engine. Why was the school so far away?? Why did it have to be so far away!!

{Time Skip}

I pulled over on the side of the road in front of the school to see policemen swarmed around the building. Oh gosh.., I ran out of the car towards the humongous building until a cop grabbed me, "Sorry, sir you can't go in there." I pushed against him, "No, you don't understand! My brother is in there!"

"I understand that, but it's still too dangerous for anyone to go inside."

"P-Please! I need to know he's okay! I just n-need to know he's-."

"We're working on finding the shooter. Please stand back." I slowly stopped pressing and felt my eyes welled up, looking around me. Everything was blurry and my head felt like it was spinning. Will I see my brother again? Tears began to force their way to existence and my legs gave out from under me. I felt myself hyperventilate through cries, I couldn't breathe. On my knees, I try to gasp for air but I am unable to because of my sobbing. You said you need me, but I need you! I need you to breathe! Oh Devan..WHERE ARE YOU??

{Flashback}

"Collins.." I followed my dad into a room they took mom into, unsure what was happening. My mom laid in a hospital bed, holding something wrapped in cloth. Dad picked me up and sat me on the bed next to my mom. She looked at me and spoke softly, "Collins..this is your baby brother." Brother? I turn towards her arms to see a child with his eyes closed, sound asleep. He looked so peaceful, so innocent. I couldn't help but smile at him, "Hi baby." Dad took the baby from my mother's arms and handed him to me, "Hold your arms out, Collins. Be gentle."

"I know," I said quietly as I felt him lower the little one in my hands. It was as if he was entrusting me with fragile packaging or one of those limited edition toys I've always wanted to possess. My mom spoke, "Collins, meet your little brother Devan." I saw the baby open it's little eyes, revealing it's crystal blue color that matched mine, causing me to stare in awe. He continued to look back at me as well, and a big smile crept across his face. I saw my mom touch her heart in joy, "That's so precious." Dad began to speak watching us, handling a camera in our direction, "Alright Collins, you are a big brother now and you have lots of responsibilities. You have to take good care of him, make sure he's not injured or harmed, and you have to love him no matter what. This is your best friend for life."

I looked at the boy in my hands, "Hey Devan, I'm Collins your big brother. We're gonna play and have fun all the time and I'm not gonna let anything hurt you." Devan giggled at me and never left my gaze. Never..

{Present}

The memory rushed over me like a floodgates and I cried harder. Suddenly my ears perked up to screaming, "Don't tell me to get away, MY SON IS STUCK IN THERE!"

"Sir, please calm down. We're handling-."

"Are you sure about that? Because all I see is a bunch of-." I looked to see with my blurry vision it was my dad yelling at two cops, one of them was holding him back. I saw a figure of a woman behind them, shaking. I cried out, "M-Mom.." She turned to me and stepped over, "Baby.." My mom crawled next to me and wrapped her loving arms around me, trying to calm me down. I couldn't calm down...

An half an hour went by which felt like hours. It was excruciating as more families piled around the school crying for their children trapped inside. I never stopped my crying, I was in pain..I still could barely breathe. I was supposed to protect him, how can I now? I should've told him I loved him when I had the chance! I wish I could get that chance back! 

"ATTENTION PARENTS AND GUARDIANS! WE HAVE CAUGHT THE SHOOTER AND HE IS NOW BEING PUT INTO CUSTODY! NO STUDENTS OR TEACHERS WERE INJURED SO PLEASE KEEP CALM AS THE STUDENTS ARE ESCORTED OUT OF THE BUILDING! THANK YOU!"

The loud speaker rang in the air and a sigh of relief can be heard from all around me, including myself. I continued to let my mom snuggle me cause I didn't want to move. We sat there watching as various teens walked out single file and once they saw their family, they ran to them. I kept watching and watching but I didn't see Devan.

"COLLINS!" My head shot up at the familiar voice. My eyes peered in all directions till I saw a boy run in my direction. It was Devan. My eyes came into view and I felt a smile crawl up my face, but at the same time I felt myself tear up. I was so overwhelmed that I couldn't even stand. He came closer and closer running and finally lunged into me in a tight embrace, practically knocking me over. He began sobbing into my shoulder and I did the same into his, feeling warmth as I hugged his body.

Devan croaked between sobs, "Collins—I'm s-so sorry! My phone died and I couldn't tell you I was okay! I t-thought I wasn't going to see you again! I'm so so sorry!" I sniffled, still holding him, "It's okay! It's okay! Everything okay! I-I'm here now!" We held each other for a long time and I felt him pull away, tear stains across his cheeks. He cried out, "Mom! Dad!" He got up and squeezed mom and dad tightly and they cried with him, "I'm so sorry I treated you so bad this morning! I love you guys so much!" They just hugged him and comforted him and I soon got up and hugged them all as well.

Devan looked back at me and said, "I'm so sorry, Collins. I really feel awful that I snapped at you this morning—and many times before that. You mean so much to me and you were just trying to help." I smiled at him, my voice shaking, "I'll always forgive you, Dev. You are my best friend. I love you, bro." My little brother smirked, his baby blue eyes twinkling, "I love you too, bro." We hugged again never letting go, never.
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Omg guys I wanted to cry writing this! I love writing hurt/comfort stories! I hoped you enjoyed it! I wasn't sure how I wanted to end it sorry about that!

So pretty much the moral of this story is to be grateful for what you have like when Devan wasn't as appreciative with his fam cause you never know when you might just lose them forever..(deep im sorry)😭😭😭😭😭

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