MARCH 5, 1985- Aslan13Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2CSOJjUF1u
A few days ago I made a stupid mistake. I had snuck into Dino’s office while he was out with a few chicks. I paid some guys along with giving them myself for a few minutes so I could scour the room and drawers.
It didn’t take long before my hands brushed against a small glass vile in a neglected cupboard. I’m sure it was used for some sort of drug. I shoved it in my pocket and stood up, leaving the room. Who knew what that was? I’ll check it out later.
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MARCH 7, 1985- Aslan
(A/N: Hi! I made a little mistake in the description of Ash’s older brother. He is indeed alive!! Sorry, there’s going to be mistakes since I’m writing the manga’s in novel form 🫠)
I had just gotten to my rundown apartment. When I say it was rundown, I mean it. A moldy smell came from the corners of the rooms, and it just wasn’t the best. I didn’t mind much. It was better than staying in Dino Golzine’s office building.
“Hey, Skip,”
I said quietly, plopping down on the chair in the kitchen. Skipper was a friend of mine, and younger too. Fourteen-and-a-half. The kid had a dream to leave New York, and I just let him join the gang after that. You can’t have someone worthless on your team.
Skip smiled at me, high-fiving me randomly. Don’t ask me why. This kid is weird, alright.
”Ash, I heard about the skirmish with the guy and our group. I’m pretty sure Arthur had something to do with it.”
I groaned, rolling my eyes. God, that Arthur. He was a close associate of Dino, and it was obvious he had anger issues. That man always got into trouble, mostly targeting me.
“Just get me some coffee, man. And don’t talk about Arthur. Thanks for takin’ care of Griff,”
I grumbled, handing a dollar to Skipper. He blew a raspberry and left. I stayed sitting in the chair for a while, my eyes looking down at my bright red Converse. I’d buy new ones, but guess who would say others don’t grab attention enough?
I started to get bored so I stood up, moving down the cramped hallway to a room at the end of it. I slowly opened the door, peering inside. Griff was sitting there as usual, his eyes permanently wide as they stared off. He was my older brother by eleven years. When I was five he was drafted for the Vietnam War and came back fully mental. I was allowed to take care of him at thirteen, and I’ve been doing that ever since.
“Hi, Griff. It’s your little brother, Aslan,”
I spoke quietly, creeping in front of him as I caressed his hair. It was always hard to keep in tears when I saw him. He had always been important to me and was my main caregiver when I was little. If he hadn’t left for war, I wouldn’t be struggling to survive right now.
The only words I have received from Griffin have been the same for years. ‘Banana fish, banana fish, banana fish.’ As I kept talking to Griff, my voice faltered and everything seemed eerie. Before that man at around midnight died, he said ‘banana fish’ too. They had both been saying the same things. I slowly stood up, making my way out of the room. I put my hand in my pocket, taking out the little vile just to make sure it was still there. Since I was searching quickly earlier, I hadn’t realized it was empty. Weird.
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