Every day I'm Capuletting

Rhea was placed on the couch, in the living room, a magazine sprawled in front of her. She flipped through it absent minded, wondering if she would be able to get her father to buy her the stuff she wanted. She was sure he would, if she whined enough. He always caved eventually.

There was a noise behind her and Rhea moved her head to look at the door, raising her eyebrows. "What are you doing here?"

Theo entered the living room yawning, half-heartedly sorting out his hair. Even if he was in scruff, he was still pretty concerned about his hairstyle. Just not enough to look into a mirror.

"Oh, very friendly," Theo said, smirking at his sister's greeting, before leaping over the back of the sofa and landing next to her. "I'm hungry," he told her, and shrugged. "And am I not allowed to be here? Get over yourself, Rheelee."

Artie walked into the house. You could tell that he had been drinking the night away. And was stoned out of his mind. He wanted to feel nothing anymore, after what he almost did in the gardens. Artie knew that Rhea and Theo was going to yell at him. But he would be shocked if they wasn't already drunk.

He then found him a seat and prepared to be yelled at.

Rhea sighed, turning her attention back to her magazine. "I just thought you'd already be gone, or you know, dead in your bed." she replied, grimacing at the nickname. Why couldn't she find a decent horrible nickname for Theseus? Oh right, his name was bad enough.

She looked up when her other brother joined them, her eyebrows raising. "You look like shit." she announced. "What is the occasion?"

Artie looked over at his younger sister. She really had to ask what was wrong with him. This is why he stopped talking to his family a long time ago. He still hadn't gotten over Phillie's death. And it was looking like he would never. He really loved her and then she went and killed himself.

He then noticed that she said that he looked like shit. “ Well drinking and smoking isn't killing me fast enough. So I thought I would put a knife to my chest but someone stopped me.”

"Thanks for that Rhea, nice to know you care," Theo said, grinning, before hitting Rhea with the sleeve of his jumper, looking up when someone else entered the room. It was his twin brother. "Hiya, mate," he greeted, smiling, before it faded at what he said.

"Um, what, sorry?" he asked, frowning. Did he really mean that or had Rhea just pissed him off too much? He wasn't really sure. "Hey, sit down, I'll get you a drink or something."

Rhea flipped the magazine shut, turning so she could see her brother better, she raised her eyebrows. "Right..." she started. "Are you being serious?"

He wasn't, was he? He had to just be messing with them. Or maybe her 'shit' comment had hurt his pride or something, but hey, she couldn't help it that she was slightly blunt sometimes. Merlin, he better be joking. "Can I have a drink too?" she added, smiling sweetly over at Theo before she turned towards Artemis again. "You're not honestly saying what I think you're saying, are you?"

Artie then looked at Rhea. She had to ask if he was being serious. Of course he was and nobody was believing him. This is why he really didn't care about his family anymore. Because they no longer cared about him.

He then looked at Rhea as he pulled out the knife that he keep in his pocket. “ I had this pointed at my chest. Do you think that I was joking about this.”

Theo returned from the kitchen with drinks for his siblings and almost dropped them. Artemis had a knife. Theo breathed in, fixing his gaze on his twin brother. "Mate, why don't you put that down?" he said quietly. "Please, Art."

He looked back at Rhea as if to ask her what she had said to merit this.

As soon as Rhea saw the knife, she jumped. Her expression went from confused to frightened in a matter of seconds. But all words were lost.

Her mouth hung open and her eyes stayed fixated on the knife. "Artemis..." she managed out, tearing her eyes from the knife to look at her brothers. "Put... Put the knife down." she breathed out. Her heart was starting to beat faster in her chest and his words made her stomach turn. "Don't you dare-" she stood up from the couch and made her way over to her brother. "-try to use that on yourself, again." she held out her hand. "Give it to me."

She knew Artemis had been going through a lot, with Montague's death and all, but was it really this serious? Merlin.

Artemis then seen his sister running towards him. He just wanted everything to end. Artie watched as his sister mouth was hanging open. She then was telling him to put the knife down. He knew that he had scared her. But he thought that she had stopped caring about him. He thought that his whole family gave up on him. Cause nobody would talk to him anymore and Athena stopped coming down to see him.

“ I don't care anymore Rhea. I just want the pain to stop. Drinking and smoking hasn't helped. I though my family disowned me. Because nobody every tried to talk to me. Athena stop visiting me in my office.” He then started to cry. “ You don't understand Rhea, I love her. I was going to ask her to marry me when she was done with school."

Rhea had absolutely no idea what to say. She wasn't good at these kind of things, not when she needed to be… nice? Caring? All words were just lost. She could always find enough of witty and bitchy remarks, but now her brother didn't seem in the need for that.

Rhea looked at Theo, half pleadingly, he had to know what to say. She had no idea what to say, but one of them needed to say something. Where the hell was Athena when she was needed?

"Drinking and smoking isn't going to take the bloody pain away, Artemis." she looked back at the knife, flinching slightly. "Give the knife to Theseus, and Theseus is going to throw it out the window." she said, voice shaking slightly. "We know you miss her, but she… she wouldn't want this for you-" she swallowed, not sure what else she could say. "You just have to let… the people that care about you… help you."

Artemis was still holding the knife to his chest. He was still crying. “ Nothing will take away my pain Rhea. She was my whole world, someone who I actually cared for and cared for me.” His hands was shaking, this was something that he couldn't do the other day. It would have already did this, but he was stopped.

Rhea was trying to convince him to give him the knife. “ You both never cared about me. You could have helped me. But you didn't care before. You have no idea how much I missed her Rhea. She was my whole life, I planned a future with her. And then she kills herself, I just want to be with her again Rhea. I can't keep living like this."

Theo shook his head, unsure of what to say, chest feeling a little bit painful. He fixed his eyes on his brother's, and stepped forwards, putting one hand on his arm and closing the other one around the handle of the knife. "Please, Artemis, give me it," he whispered, pulling gently on it to try and get it away.

"We didn't know, Art," he said earnestly, a little bit desperate. "We didn't know, and we're sorry that we suck, but please, let us try and help you now. Please, Artemis."

( double posted)

Artemis was still standing there with the knife to his chest. He just wanted to end his life right there. Because it wasn't going to get any better. He then watched as his brother put his hand on his arm. “ I can't Theo, I just want to kill myself to feel nothing.”

“ If you would have actually talk to me. You would have known that this was happening. But you was drunk all the time. Or Rhea was worried about her boy toy.”

Merlin Rhea was getting frustrated, or maybe she wasn't quite frustrated... more... afraid. Artemis was still holding onto the knife to hist chest. "Give the knife to Theo, please."

Rhea sighed, closing her eyes for a split second. Breathe in, breathe out. "He's not drunk and I'm not with my 'boy toys' right now. We're here, talking to you, listening to you, trying to help you. But you have to help us too, you have to let us help you and you have to put down that knife before you do something you're going to regret." she reached out, touching her brother's shoulder after a moment of hesitation. "Please Artemis. Give us another chance. Give yourself a bloody chance!"

Artemis was still crying as he let the knife drop from his hands. He was so messed up and life didn't matter anymore. But he was going to give Rhea and Theo another chance. They thought that they could help him out. But he didn't think it was possible. He loved Phillie so much, and she was now dead. He just stood there crying cause everything wasn't like it was before.

“ Rhea I don't know what to do anymore.”

Theo breathed in sharply as Artemis dropped the knife, twisting his hand to catch it and gripping it firmly, before tucking it securely behind a flowerpot on the window ledge. When people weren't passing, he would hurl it out of there.

He turned back to look at them, Artemis speaking to Rhea, and bit on his lip. "It... it may not seem like it, but it will get better. I mean, if there's anything that will keep you here, just the tiniest bit of hope... like, I don't know, a cup of tea on a cold morning, or a sunny day, or even just messing around with me and Thena and Rhea and baby... your mates, your job, your life. Just anything, anything that makes you feel even a tiny bit better, isn't it worth sticking around for?" He tried to smile. "And we suck as siblings, we know that. But... but believe me, we... we do love you, mate. I mean like, we shared a womb. That's sort of special, y'know?"

Rhea breathed out. The knife was gone. She wanted to sit down. She wanted to have a drink.

She was insanely glad when Theo started talking, she zoned out, barely hearing what he was saying. "You have us." she stuttered out once Theo had finished. "Even if it doesn't feel like it. And even if you think you'll never feel good again, there will always be people that want to help you feel whole again, and we do. We really do." Merlin, this was really screwing her up. Since when did she try to make people feel better? She made people cry. Merlin, this was sickening.

But… But... this was Artemis. It was her brother. Her family. She had to help out her family. Merlin, she really needed that drink.

Artemis then seen Theo take the knife and hide it. He then was listening to everything that Theo and Rhea was saying. But this wasn't making him feel any better. His life was a mess and he had hit rock bottom. He then listen to Theo talk about them sharing a womb. He was his twin. But they promised that they was going to help him. “ I don't think there is any way of making me feel better again. When she died she took a part of me with her.”

Right at this point he wanted that drink. Even know it wasn't good for him, he wanted to feel numb about this. He wanted to forget about everything.

Athena had been listening to their conversation, at first happy that they actually talked to each other. But as Artemis pulled out the knife, her emotions changed. Leaning against the wall she slid down, wondering how everything had got so wrong. Listening to the worried, scared voices of her siblings, looking around seeing no one.

She forced back the tears, telling herself how this was her time to be the strong one. Standing up she blinked with her eyes, pushing the tears back, shaking her head and then entering the room.

''Arty..'' She said slowly, focusing her gaze on him. ''I know that it's hard. But she would never want you to be this way.'' Settling down in an armchair she looked upon all her siblings. ''Remember what mother told us when Grandpa died?'' Athena asked. ''That he only would want us to remember the good things, remember the good moments we shared. Like that time at the beach, do you all remember that? And just like mother said, you shouldn't think about the things that could have been. You should remember the moments you spent together, but you can not keep dwelling in the past brother. For it hurts us to see you like this, but not as much as it hurts yourself.''

Artemis looked up and seen his sister Athena. He didn't know what to do anymore. His life was pointless right now. He had nothing to live for. A part of him died when Phillie killed herself. And his brother and sisters acted like they really didn't care anymore.

He just listened to everything Athena was saying. He didn't get to spend a lot of time with Phillie. They only saw each other maybe three times. But he sat there thinking about every second that they had spent.

“ I don't want to keep living. “

Rhea was getting a bit annoyed. It was silly really, her brother was being sad and depressed and it was annoying her. But it really was. He just kept repeating things and she had run out of things to say to make him feel better. Even bloody Athena who always had something to say didn't seem to be saying the right things to Artemis, because he still wasn't trusting them.

Not even Athena's sentimental mother-speech was working, not that Rhea really remembered what mother had said, because she was quite positive she'd been drunk when she'd been told it. Or not there. Maybe she had been having sex. It had been a dark time, and the alcohol had helped. Made her feel numb. The men gave her meaning. But that didn't seem to be helping Artemis, nothing seemed to be helping Artemis. Nothing Rhea said, nothing Theo said and nothing Athena or mother said. So Rhea was getting full of it.

"What do you want from us Artemis?" she snapped, before she could stop herself. "I mean, we've tried. We are bloody trying to help you, to listen to you and give you ideas how the hell you're gonna get through this but you're not hearing them are you? All you keep repeating is that you don't want to live anymore. What more do you want from us than what we've done?" she breathed in deeply. "Because we're trying, but we're not going to be able to succeed if you don't do anything but cry and feel sorry for yourself! I might as well just leave."

Theo nodded at Athena's words, keeping his eyes pinned on his brother, feeling a little bit hopeless. Artemis really thought he didn't care? He was his twin brother. Of course he cared. He vowed silently to try and show it more in the future if it would be a contributing factor to the prevention of this situation happening again.

Rhea began to talk, however, and he frowned at what she was saying. Trust Rhea to be blunt. "Rhea, for once, just shut up," he warned her, though he couldn't help but agree a little. He didn't know what else he could do. He was starting to feel like whatever he said wouldn't help in any way, it was just being thrown back at him. And it hurt a bit.

"Artemis," he said, in one last attempt, "Please. She wouldn't want you to kill yourself too. If you died, would you want her to suddenly just take her own life? What about her parents? Did she have siblings? What about them? Her friends? If you had killed yourself, would you expect her to sacrifice all of that? We're trying to help, Artemis, we're begging to help. But if you won't accept it, we can't do anything. How can you say we don't care when you won't accept our advice? Come on, you're our brother. You lot are my siblings. I love you all to bits. I just don't say it all the time, because, well, once again, we're siblings." He gave a breathy chuckle.

"If you kill yourself, Artemis, does that mean one of us may kill ourselves because of it? Because we love you too, Artemis, and hell, none of us can imagine life without you. So please. Please don't do this."