Manic

"It really pisses me off when people try to finish--"
"Other people's sentences? Yeah, me too."

Mike's response to Ryan only amused him, being that he knew Ryan truly did hate that and was merely jesting. Mike and Ryan were Twins and not only did they look just like each other, they had the same likes and dislikes. However, Ryan was much more passive, whereas Mike always seemed a bit off in the way he dealt with everyday situations. When Ryan walks down the street, he does so like you or I would. However when Mike does, Everyone is watching him and thinking about him and talking about him and plotting against him. Well, not really. But it is as real as could be to him. Mike is Violent when Ryan is slow to react but quick to act. Mike Hates. Ryan Loves. In his better times Mike simply just doesn't give a fuck and is more passive than you can imagine, He could watch his Family die in a car accident and not bat an eye.

The only person Mike gave a fuck about was Ryan. He didn't even care about himself most of the time, acting as a self saboteur generally. Slowly Ryan found himself doing things he wouldn't normally do or being told he couldn't be told apart from his twin anymore. Ryan rationalized by saying he wasn't becoming more like Mike, but just different than he had been. Everyone Changes, don't they? Yes, they do in fact. But the object is to change into something you can be proud of. Ryan was no longer sleeping, he and mike would go out at night and setting off car alarms and steal from Walmart. They would do drugs and offer to go and pick up their friends drugs just for the fun of it. Ryan's grades began slipping and he was now a smoking, drinking, freaked out human being. Mike already was that, and was quite good at it. They would often blow off their friends to get high or only hang out with friends who did get high. They were having a good time destroying everything insight, including themselves.

One day, Ryan and Mike were Sitting on a bench at a train station. Waiting. Not for a train, just waiting. Ryan turned to Mike and looked at him for a long time.
"Why do we do this to ourselves and everyone around us? Everyone fears for us so badly."
Mike got up from the bench and watched a train coming their way as he stood completely still, pondering the right words. He approached the tracks slowly, timing his approach carefully. Ryan assumed that Mike was simply Going to play chicken with the train like he had done so before many times.
"Because. Nothing matters."
The train splattered Mike's Body parts and fluids in a twenty foot diameter, sprinkling slightly onto Ryan's winter coat. Ryan just sat there. Waiting.