"I still would feel guilty if I didn't pay you back. After all Griffin always used to say that paying your Depts is as important as making friends"screech said then instantly regretted it. He had done the unimaginable. He had mentioned his brother.
Suddenly screech had a mental breakdown he started screaming as he collapsed on to the floor and started crying and screaming all at the same time screaming for help and he can still be saved he was referring to the incident he stayed with the body screaming for help while he carried his brother's corpse all the way to the hospital before he found out it was too late he was still there in his mind and he wasn't about to calm down
"N-n-not y-your fault" screech said calming down he was terrified still but he would tell them. G-griffin w-was my...my twin brother" screech said in a faint voice still crying due to the strength of the memory.
(This happened to him last year so that wound is still pretty fresh)
"He died in a random attack on people like me that come from the north." Screech said (they have a thing against northern immigrants for some reason) "it only happened last year and he was doing nothing wrong other than jumping off trees."screech continued "the worst part is no one would help me save his life because they hated us northerners too." Screech said in his weakest voice. He had told them and now he couldn't go back. They're gonna stop being my friend he thought they're gonna hate me too and then I'll put the mask on and forget myself. He didn't want to do that, as much as he didn't think he would he had grown extremely attached to them and didn't want them to leave him behind.
"I carried him all the way to the hospital still asking for help they said if I had arrived just a second earlier he would have lived another day" screech said erupting into more tears before screaming "IT'S NOT FAIR!" he was still an emotional mess "HE HAD EVERYTHING TO LIVE FOR, HE WAS IN COLLEGE HE WAS GOOD AT EVERYTHING IF ANYTHING IT SHOULD HAVE BEEN ME!IT SHOULD HAVE BEEN ME!" he said it was what he always thought too. He couldn't read very well and his math skills were terrible. Screech didn't have a creative bone in his body, but Griffin could make stories in milliseconds and he could draw "WHY THE ---- WAS IT NOT ME!"