It was a chill sunny day outside in the afternoon, I was just in the living room trying to take a rest peacefully.

Zzzz..

And suddenly I was awoken by this burst of sound leaking from my brother's voice.

Brother: YEAHHH GET THEM BOYS!!! 

OUTTA MY WAY!!!!

Ughh!! So annoying!

Each noise made it harder to ignore, harder to sleep. I lay there for a moment longer, staring at the ceiling.

I shifted under the blanket, turning onto my side, then my back, then the other side again, hoping one position would finally make it easier to sleep. I shut my eyes tighter, forcing myself to stay still.

For a moment, the sounds seemed to fade into the background...

My eyes slowly began to shut.. Everything around me started to blur, the ceiling, even the sounds from down the hall was muffled like they were underwater.

.................................

 And there it is again..I gasped, my eyes widen, I suddenly hear this agitating, grating voice just when I was about to enter the state of being unconscious.

Brother: WOOOO!!!!

I felt my blood rushing through my veins at that time pushing me to get up and confront him.

Brother: AAAHHHH!!!

Brother: OHH LOSERRRR!!

So I stood up and went over to him, my footsteps overlapping with the sound of my brother's ear-piercing noise.

*stomp*

*stomp*

 AHAHHAHAHAHAHAAHAHHAHAHHAHA

THAT WAS SO FUNNY DUDE HAHA, GOOD GAME.

*stomp*

*stomp*

When I went to his room, I stood there for a second, my arms crossed, watching him from across the room, my frustration growing stronger with each second.

Hm? What are you doing here?

Get out, I'm still playing with my friends.

I AM TRYING TO SLEEP WOULD YOU PLEASE LOWER IT DOWN?

How about a no, this is the only time I get to play with my friends again. Now, would you please go away?

Anyways, LETS GO BOYS LETS RUN IT AGAIN.

he just went back to his game, completely focused, like I wasnt even there. He doesn't even care. The sound fills the room again, and its clear he wasnt going to stop.

I can feel my anger boiling, my fists clench, my chest feels hot, and every nerve in me is screaming, everything inside me is on fire..

 I grabbed a pillow, my hands tight around it, and threw it at him, hoping he'd finally pay attention.

It flew across the room and hit him, knocking him off guard for a second.

OWWW THAT HURT!! WHAT THE HECK WAS THAT??

DIDN'T YOU HEAR ME? I TOLD YOU TO LOWER IT DOWN!!

He paused, slowly turning toward me, his expression changing. I could see it, he got mad.

Without saying anything, he picked up the pillow, gripping it tight.

And before I could react, it came flying straight at me...

I didn't dodge it in time, I didn't expect it.. It hit me, and I stumbled, falling back onto the floor.

When I stood up, he was just standing there with this slight smirk on his face, like he thought it was funny.

I rushed toward him, and he came at me too, both of us moving at the same time, like we were ready for war.

We crashed into each other, no hesitation, no stopping. Hands pushing, shoulders bumping, both of us trying to overpower eachother.

AFTER 5 MINUTES...

The fight lasted for 5 minutes, at some point he lost his balance and he stumbled, hitting the floor hard.

He stayed on the floor, letting out little noises almost like grunts, his face clenched through the pain while his hands were pressed against the bruise on his arms from my nail scratching.