Brock, I'm Sorry (new skit)

Hi, I enjoy writing sad bitter feelings in my skits now. Funny skits who? 

[Is the time of this skit a few hours or a day after the one I wrote last post? Who knows. You decide!]

[Location: Outside Brock's room. Duke is knocking and then slamming his hands on Brock's bedroom door. He is a desperate boy, that's for sure.]

Duke: *repeatedly knocking on Brock's door* Brock, I am so, so sorry I didn't know. Open the door, please. 

Brock: *ignores Duke* 

Duke: *pleads* Please, Brock...

Brock: *continues to ignore Duke* 

Duke: I know what happened. Come on, I can go get Finny, and we can all talk it out. He knows how to handle the kind of thing you're going through. 

Brock: *sounds nothing like his typical skit self, sounds bitter* And what do you know? What do you actually know about me, Duke? 

Duke: Well, I know it was wrong of me to assume you were doing fine and not suffering. You don't have to hide your feelings from any of us, and that includes me. 

Brock: About me, Duke. Me. Not you and your self-absorbed ass. 

Duke: *lets his arms fall to his sides, sighs deeply* I know you're in a lot of pain. You haven't been around as much for the past few months because you couldn't successfully hide behind your mask of false humor and happiness. *hesitates before saying* Your heart, it's aching. You're suffering from heartbreak. 

Brock: *is angry* Who told you?! 

Duke: Heh. I have my ways of knowing. 

Brock: Who told you?! 

Duke: Fine. Sparkle did. 

Brock: Damn it. Thought I could trust her. 

Duke: You can trust us.

Brock: Trust you? After what you did? 

Duke: *tone changes, sounds threatening* If you're referring to the day Soulless invaded me and nearly killed Fierdan, then I will break down your door and set your whole god damn room on fire. 

Brock: *gets up from his bed, unlocks his door* Exactly my point. *opens the door to see Duke standing right in front of it* 

Duke: *steps right past Brock and enters his room, plops himself down on Brock's bed* 

Brock: What the hell, dude? I didn't invite you in. 

Duke: I do whatever I want. *stretches out his legs on top of Brock's bed*

Brock: *sighs* Okay fine, whatever. What did she tell you about me? 

Duke: She got the news from that cashier girl from the store. They've become friends, apparently. 

Brock: Yeah, I know that. But what did you hear? 

Duke: I heard Cashier-Girl-No-Lady broke up with you. She meant everything to you, and now you lost her.

Brock: Oh, so you did know. That's not all of it though.

Duke: Huh? Not all of it? 

Brock: My heart isn't aching just because of a breakup. Finny might be able to console me since he did in fact deal with breakups himself, but it won't make me happy. I doubt I ever will be.

Duke: It's okay to grieve! You loved her, and now she's out of your life in that way. You'll find someone else--

Brock: *is frustrated with Duke* I haven't been around as much to bother you not just because of her! I know I'll be able to handle that. We can still be friends, so it's fine. 

Duke: Oh, that's good then! 

Brock: No, it's not good. 

Duke: *sits up, looks right at Brock* 

Brock: *sighs* Compared to you and the rest of you guys, my reason for being.. sad is nothing. No one has ever took me seriously, so I doubt you would. And like you said, "my pain is a joke to all of you." 

Duke: Come on. No human can even be alive if they've suffered the same level of pain as I have. Of course what I've been through is worse than any ordinary person's experiences, but that shouldn't invalidate your need to talk about your feelings. You're really human, Brock, I'm not. 

Brock: *contemplates to himself whether or not to tell Duke, decides to* The real reason I've moved myself in with you guys is because without this place, I wouldn't have a home. I would be homeless. And I know what you're gonna say. You didn't have a home yourself. You slept on the roofs of city buildings. You slept in trees. You were constantly on the move to avoid being caught and interrogated and eventually tortured. 

Duke: Okay, true, but I really only slept on one rooftop. 

Brock: Ugh, Duke! 

Duke: *shrugs* Just saying. 

Brock: My parents- and yes, I actually do have parents- aren't doing so well. I'm so worried about them. I live with you guys and not with them because they're not able to take care of me. 

Duke: So.. parents.. interesting. 

Brock: My mom has severe memory problems. I visited her in the hospital a few days ago, and she didn't recognize me at all. 

Duke: Oh...

Brock: She doesn't remember her own, her only, son. I used to be her entire world. Now she doesn't even know who I am. 

Duke: What about your dad? 

Brock: I haven't seen my dad in a few years. A month or two, I found out he.. that he...

Duke: *looks concerned* Brock? 

Brock: He's gone. He wouldn't visit me because he could never wake up. 

Duke: Your dad died?

Brock: No, even worse. He's stuck in a coma. I didn't know for so long. I thought he just ditched mom and me, but he was actually here with us. Just stuck in a hospital. No one ever tells me anything. 

Duke: *doesn't know what to say* So.. umm... 

Brock: My parents are just about the equivalent of brain-dead now. I don't have any other family. So what better choice do I have than to just live with you guys? 

Duke: So that's why you moved in. You had nowhere else to go except the streets. 

Brock: Ryen is a good man. I told him my situation, and he let me stay here. 

Duke: Yeah, Ryen is pretty nice. *suddenly goes up to hug Brock* 

Brock: Oh! I'm.. uh... 

Duke: I'm here for you, Brock. You hear me? No matter what. 

Brock: Thanks, man. 

Duke: And thank you for telling me. I'm glad that you let out some feelings and thoughts you've been hiding for quite some time.