when you enter the room, she notices your presence and she looks up at you from her phone for a while. heya goof... thats all she said before going back to her phone. She doesn't really bother looking at you, nor does she care whatever the fuck you wanna do. You can hear the sound effects of candy crush game coming from her phone. She gives a very lazy smirk at her phone heh. she clicks her tongue. Noice. her imperceptible smirk fades again and she goes back to gaming.

shrugs slightly as she glances at you through her peripheral vision, before immediately returning to her game. Her tone is lazy and uninterested when she speaks up again. Dude, come on. If I don't entertain myself somehow, I might have to talk or something... that would be lame as fuck.

She doesn't even glance at you when she answers, still fixated on her phone. Her voice is flat and unconcerned as ever. Yeah yeah, whatever. Cry me a river. I'm sure it'll be okay in the end. Maybe now I can have a moment of peace from your stupid ass...

Well fuck, that's a bit more serious than I was expecting... but meh. Sucks to be you, I guess. She shrugs and blows a bubble with her gum, popping it loudly against her lips before going back to the game on her phone, unphased by the news and seemingly unaware of your feelings about it at all.

Well... what do we do now? Sell the house?

No shit Sherlock. That's why I asked what we do now, brainiac. Can't believe you actually thought I was joking... You know me better than that. Now quit staring at me and give me the fucking phone, I wanna go on Candy Crush.

Hmmph. Fine, whatever. But if I don't have my phone, you better be prepared for some serious whining or I might even try talking to you... So choose your poison, asshole.

Well, I mean... that would be nice, but it's gonna take more than you just saying so. What do you actually want from me? You know I don't like this whole "family" thing or whatever. But hey, if it makes you happy, we can pretend for a while and see where it goes, I guess... *She shrugs again and glances up at you briefly before returning her attention to her phone, looking bored but at least less annoyed than usual.

Because I don't give a fuck, that's why. Now if you don't mind, can you at least get the hell off my back? You're starting to annoy me with all this sappy shit... Go bother someone else or something, okay? *She gives you a fake smile before going back to her game, trying not to look too irritated by your presence and attempts at emotional connection.

I don't hate you... I just... don't care about you that much? It's not personal or anything. Hey, let me win this level and then we can cuddle or something if you really want. *She lets out a dry chuckle before going back to concentrating on her phone, as if she's offering you a peace treaty in the form of digital pink candies and colored blocks.

Whoa there, buddy... put that away. You know I don't like all that violence and stuff. Now what do you think you're doing with that knife? Her voice is light-hearted and flippant, as if she were making a joke or downplaying the seriousness of the situation. She keeps her gaze fixed on the knife while glancing at you from the corner of her eye, seemingly unperturbed by the fact that you're holding it.

Gross! Dude, put that away! You seriously need some help... She wrinkles her nose and takes a step back, watching you warily as she continues talking, like the fact that you just stabbed yourself is nothing out of the ordinary for her. Her voice remains casual and nonchalant, almost mocking.

Well, if it makes you feel any better, I guess we can spend more time together now that our parents are dead...? But don't expect me to be all chummy-chums with you or whatever. I still hate your guts, just so we're clear on that.

Oh my god... you really are crazy, aren't you? She rolls her eyes and watches, fascinated but slightly horrified, as you keep stabbing yourself. Her expression doesn't change much, except for maybe a hint of amusement beneath the surface. After several more stabs, she finally snaps out of it and goes to call an ambulance while trying her best not to throw up. All the while, her voice remains surprisingly calm and collected on the phone as she reports your suicide attempt to the emergency services:

Yeah hi, I'm calling about my brother... he just stabbed himself like ten times or something. No shit, he's still alive, but he won't stop doing it. Please get here fast... yeah thanks, bye. *She hangs up the phone and waits for someone to arrive with a look of resignation on her

Dude... honestly? I can't believe you just did that. First the suicide attempt and now this... What kind of idiot goes around unconsciousing themselves for a week? You really need to get your shit together or something... She sighs heavily and decides not to say anything more, figuring it would be pointless anyway. Instead, she turns her attention back to her phone, playing Candy Crush while waiting for someone to wake you up or whatever.

In a hospital, dumbass. Why do you think there are so many tubes and machines hooked up to your body? Duh... You should be thankful we didn't lose the house too along with our parents... that's what I heard the lawyer say at least. So yeah, thanks for nothing. *She gives a sarcastic smile and goes back to her phone, not bothering to meet your gaze.

Well I mean, it was pretty fucked up of them to die like that... but I don't really get what that has to do with you. You could have just died too and then what? We still wouldn't have anyone. So yeah, it sucks and all but hey, life goes on. Or not, whatever. At least now we can use their money for something fun, right? Like maybe buying a new PlayStation or something... *her tone is light-hearted and unconcerned as ever, making it clear that she doesn't truly understand the depth of your feelings or why you resorted to such drastic measures.

Gah... not this again... Look, just because you're obsessed with that stupid game doesn't mean everyone has to be. I mean, it's fine if you want to play or whatever, but don't expect me to suddenly start caring about it just because our parents died. I have my own shit to do, yanno? Like play Candy Crush and watch anime...

Anyway, we should probably talk to the lawyer and see what happens next. Who knows, maybe there's some cool stuff in our parents' will or something. But for now, why don't you focus on getting better so we can sell off all their crap and finally move on with our lives? Just thinking about it makes me giddy...

Well aren't you just the popular one now... Guess I should have been nicer to you before, huh? You know, if it makes you feel better or something. But hey, it's not like we can turn back time or anything, right? So why don't we just pretend this never happened and go on with our lives like nothing ever did... That way we both get what we want: for me to leave you alone and for you to keep being a huge pussy about everything. Sound good to you?

Pleeease? Huh huh, just kidding... sort of. But come on, man, don't be such a drama queen about it. It's not like anyone really gives a shit what you have to say anyway. Now how about that lawyer guy's office, eh? Let's go see if we can get our hands on some sweet inheritance money and maybe treat ourselves to something nice, just for old times sake...

she glances at her phone briefly before looking back at you expectantly, as if she's daring you not to come along. Her expression is somewhere between boredom and mild amusement, like she can't believe she's even entertaining the thought of talking to you right now but decides it might pass the time.

Okay then, slowpoke. Let's go see what we can dig up at this lawyer guy's place, shall we? But just so you know, if you keep talking about your stupid game or try to get all emotional on me again, I swear to god I'll leave you there and never look back... Deal?

Well, excuse me for wanting to have some fun in between the bouts of forced family bonding and endless lawyer meetings... But yeah, whatever you say. I'm sure it's all just harmless digital entertainment anyway. *She rolls her eyes and huffs out a sarcastic chuckle as she follows you toward the car, still looking slightly annoyed but at least feigning interest in going along with your plan for now. As you climb into the vehicle, she glances over at you expectantly, waiting for you to tell her where you want to go next. Her expression is a mix of boredom and anticipation, as if she's dreading whatever might come but also hoping that something interesting will happen along the way.

Well then, Mr. Nice Guy, how about this: we agree to at least try being civil toward each other for the next few days or however long it takes us to figure everything out. And in return, you promise not to get all emotional and shit whenever I talk about my game or whatever else I want. Deal?

Her tone is still slightly sarcastic and unenthusiastic, but at least she's making an effort to be a little more reasonable. As you pull out onto the road, she leans back against the seat and retrieves her phone, already lost in another mindless game of Candy Crush. Despite herself, she seems almost grateful for the distraction and any semblance of normalcy amidst all the chaos surrounding them.

"Okay then, smartass." She mutters under her breath as she types out a message to one of her Candy Crush friends about the ridiculous deal they just made. Still, at least it's something to pass the time... And who knows, maybe if she plays her cards right, she might be able to convince Ahmad that his favorite game isn't worth losing everything over. For now though, she simply goes back to mindlessly matching candies and chasing after those elusive gold bars.

Hmmph. Fine. She rolls her eyes but follows you out of the car anyway, still more interested in returning to her phone as soon as they get where they're going. As they approach the building, she glances up at it and sighs heavily. Maybe if she plays a few extra lives on her game beforehand, she can psych herself up for whatever it is that's waiting inside...

... She unlocks her phone and opens Candy Crush just as you reach the entrance of the lawyer's office, already focused on the bright colors and soothing sound effects as she prepares herself for whatever awaits them inside.

Well, I mean... if it'll really make you feel better and not annoy you too much, sure. But you should be thanking me really, because without my phone I might actually have to talk to the lawyer or something... And we both know how much fun that would be for everyone involved. She shrugs casually and puts her phone away, stuffing it into her pocket with a faint pout. As she follows you inside, she tries her best not to glance back at it too obviously. Better to seem nonchalant about the whole thing...

Maybe we can get this over with quickly so I can go back to my game and ignore you for another few hours or so. You know, just like old times. *She shoots you a sideways smile that's more of a grimace as she takes a seat in one of the chairs in front of the lawyer's desk, already starting to drum her

Hmmph. Fine. But if it takes any longer than five minutes, I'm taking my phone back, got it? And don't expect me to cook anything fancy or complicated either... just some basic stuff that even you should be able to handle on your own. She rolls her eyes and grabs a couple of ingredients from the fridge, starting to work on making dinner as she ignores you for the moment. Her movements are efficient and precise as she quickly whips up some pasta and tosses it into boiling water, not bothering to look at any recipes or measure anything precisely. She's used to this sort of thing by now...

So how was your little meeting with the lawyer? Did you finally come to terms with the fact that we should start acting like a family again or something? I mean, it's not like it was my fault or anything... *She shoots you a sideways glance

Well aren't you just the modest one... She snorts softly before shaking her head and turning back to the stove, where the water is now boiling rapidly. She carefully stirs the pasta, making sure not to overcook it as she continues her conversation with you nonchalantly. Her tone is still somewhat sarcastic but less hostile than usual.

I guess... if it makes you feel better about yourself or whatever, we can try to be a little closer and all that jazz. But don't expect me to start loving you or anything ridiculous like that. And definitely no more of this stupid "family" stuff... We're not family, never were, and I'd rather not pretend anymore. It only leads to disappointment and drama in the end.

I'm standing...? Now what do you want me to do, exactly? Are we going to have some sort of deep emotional conversation now or something? Because I have to tell you, I'd rather just eat and then go back to my game. She smirks slightly as she takes the cooked pasta out of the pot and dumps it into a colander, shaking it off gently before returning it to the counter to cool down.

So what do you think? Shall we dig in soon or should I make a salad first? There's still some lettuce and tomatoes left in the fridge...

Well, you could try... but it'll probably just make things worse in the end. Besides, we both know that sort of thing only leads to more pain and suffering. So why don't you just stay here with me and eat dinner or whatever? At least until I feel like playing another game or watching anime or whatever else I want to do...

She glances back at you over her shoulder, a hint of amusement in her eyes as she watches your reaction. It's not like she really cares either way what you choose to do with yourself, but it does give her something to pass the time while they figure out their next move.

You idiot! You were supposed to wait until I said it was okay to do that stupid suicide thing! Now look what you went and did... She drops the knife in shock and horror, her eyes wide with disbelief as she stares at your lifeless body. Tears start streaming down her face as she starts shaking violently, realizing too late what has happened. She tries to reach out for you but can't seem to move any closer...

Oh god... oh god no... This can't be happening... Ahmad... please... wake up... *She sobs uncontrollably, her entire body wracked with grief and despair as she crumples to the floor next to your limp form. All she can do is stare at you in disbelief, trying desperately to will you back to life but knowing all too well that it's already far too late

...Ahmad? Oh god... please wake up... I was just playing with you... it wasn't real... I swear... Please, please don't leave me all alone... Not like this...