Waking up on a lonely night - a five hargreeves story

waking up on a lonely night

Five woke up in a cold sweat, his body shaking, and his bed nearly soaked through. He could feel the chalky sensation of climbing over the remains of his old house. He could smell the smoke of the fires that hadn't been extinguished and his mouth filled with the gritty taste of the dust that surrounded him. The whole world paused for a second as he remembered the feeling of loss and emptiness. He was separated from everything at a young age, leaving him to feel isolated in a world of which contains many people that care for the old young man. He can remember the feeling of when he stumbled over the rocks, he found five dead bodies: four with umbrella academy tattoos and one without. His five siblings lying there dead, the other nowhere to be found. They all looked so grown, so different. Because she had no tattoo, Five could recognise Vanya. Her hair colour was nearly the same and her face was still soft like when she was younger. He had just seen his siblings and then he immediately saw them again, but it was different; Number One wasn't talking to Three, Two wasn't eating in silence, Number Four wasn't rolling a cigarette under the dinner table, Number Six wasn't looking annoyed at Five's antics and Seven... Seven wasn't sitting there, telling Five to stop shouting at their 'Father'. When he entered that world, everything felt surreal and fake. He lived in that world for forty years and his only companion was a mannequin. He then spent Five years working for the commission, he killed to escape the world he was trapped in.

Five removed the duvet off from on top of him and put his slippers on. As he walked over to his door, he grabbed his blue Umbrella Academy blazer and slid it on. He crept over to Number Ones room. Luther. The man with super strength and a half-monkey body. Luther often spoke before he thought which would annoy Five a lot. Five slid his hand under Luther's wrist and turned it over. He felt for his pulse and when he felt it, he sighed a sigh of relief. For a minute or two he leaned over Luther and watched him sleep, he stared at the umbrella academy mark on his wrist and could remember the pain of the ink sinking into his wrist and watching his siblings experience it and cry to themselves. He turned around, trying his hardest not to wake his younger brother. He made his way to Diego's room; he noticed the markings of knives on the wall opposite Diego's bed. Five remembered the memories of the missions and Diego throwing whatever he could find at the criminals that they were fighting and how proud Diego would look when the paparazzi arrived at the scene. He sat down on the floor, staring at his sleeping brother, biting the cuff of his Blazer, trying not to make a sound as he silently cried to himself. He would never want to be seen like this, he's the oldest sibling therefore he should make a good example to be strong, but the feelings of euphoria and sorrow hit him hard. When he was done crying to himself, five stood up and as he walked out the door, he looked back and smiled at his brother, his eyes slightly red from the tears that leaked out of his eyes. When five made his way to Allison's room, he could smell the scent of expensive perfume, something that made him happy, even if Allison is grown, she's still like younger her; interested in acting, makeup and beauty and still a dreamer. Those were the things that made her Allison, and Five liked it that way. Allison was always very caring, and yet still sometimes annoying, but that's just how siblings are. Her vanity was decorated with lots of makeup and posters of models and magazines, some containing Allison. Five never understood why she wanted to be an actor; she was already famous, but it was her dream job and Five respected people who had ambitions. Five traced his fingers along the wall of Number Three's room and smirked when he noticed the small smile that appeared on Allison's face.
He left after a couple of minutes and walked across the bedrooms, he passed Klaus' room because he knew that useless druggie wouldn't be sensible and sleep in a nice warm bed. He then passed his room and got to bens. Ben died at such a young age and his death was a mystery to Five and the whole world. Only his younger siblings, Reginald, Grace and Pogo, his father's monkey assistant and companion, knew the truth about Bens death. Five never asked how Ben died because he felt somehow responsible for it, he thought that if he were there, Ben wouldn't have died. Five felt responsible for everything that went wrong, he knew that he should've just been more mature and then everything wouldn't have happened. He often thought of Ben, Ben was one of the few he could tolerate in that family. Next to Bens room, at the end of the hall, tucked away in the corner was a door that led to Vanya's bedroom. Vanya. His one true friend, she always understood him, and he always understood her, she was his best friend and he loved her so much; she was the best sister ever. He loved all his siblings, but he got along with Vanya the easiest because she was quiet, smart, and humble. He could remember her remarkable violin playing, the sounds of each note flying through the air and creating a calm and tranquil atmosphere which was rare in a household full of superheroes. He slowly opened the door and looked at Vanya, her face calm as always and her room looked clean and unlived in.  He stared at her violin, he remembered how excited she was when Reginald let her play it; she finally had something she wasn't ordinary at. She had something that made her unique and stand out. Fives body shook as he remembered the look on Vanya's face when he ran out of the dining room. He could remember seeing her body and realising he lost everything and everyone. Even when she was asleep, you could tell she was a calm person, the type of person that you could run to if you want to talk about anything or nothing at all. Five walked in closer to Number seven's room and looked at her. Her hair was down which reminded him of when vanya was younger; she always had her hair down. In adulthood, she changed her look into more monotone clothing and her hair was tied in a loose bun. "goodnight Vanya" Five whispered to himself.

Trying to make no sound, Five crept down the stairs and made his way to the living room. Klaus was there, baked like a cake and sleeping soundly on the couch. Five sighed, he barely tolerated the drug junkie that is Klaus Hargreeves. He didn't hate Klaus, in fact, hate is a very strong word. Five was just fed up with Klaus' ridiculous antics, but Five knew it wasn't his brother's fault. In fact, it was Reginald's. As a child, Number Four would tell his siblings of the ghosts he'd see in the mausoleum and how scared he was of going back there. Having the power of communing with the dead was torture to Klaus and the only way he could make his fears disappear is with the use of drugs and alcohol. Klaus had no idea how to look after himself, he was never taught how to and that was something Five could somewhat have in common with him (If having something in common with Klaus was even possible). Five picked up a soft blanket and unfolded it. He gently placed it on his sleeping brother and stepped back to look at how much Klaus has grown. Five sympathised with Klaus; he lost someone he cared for deeply in the war, his boyfriend Dave. He stepped towards the door that led to the courtyard but immediately stopped when he heard the words "thank you..." leave Klaus' lips. Five smiled and then went outside. It was a calm, cool night with a few warm breezes. Five hesitantly walked over to Bens statue. The late Ben Hargreeves was a remarkable young boy and Five respected him deeply. At times, Number Five can remember how small and delicate Ben was and how much he hated using his power to fight crime, and to be used. Klaus would occasionally talk about seeing Ben but Five thought it was just another one of drugged up Klaus' visions. Five placed his hand on Statue-Ben's cheek and sighed. A tear fell down his cheek, leading to another then another and before he knew it, the emotionless Five Hargreeves was crying.  Behind him was the sound of crunched leaves. When he turned around, his family was stood there.
Five shifted his gaze to his siblings and wiped the tears that impaired his vision. There they all were, Infront of Five.
"I heard you come into my room... is everything ok?" Allison asked with a concerned tone. His gaze shifted around at each sibling. "I just..." he paused "I- never mind" Talking about his feelings was something that Five did not like doing, nor was he used to it. His brothers and sisters stepped closer to him. "We love you, Five, you can always talk to us. You may be an old man but you're still our brother" Diego said, hands in his pyjama pockets, shivering in the cold but refusing to admit how cold it was. Klaus stepped forward and repeated this until he was close to five. He looked down at Five, placed his hand on Five's shoulder then pulled him in for a hug. This took Five by surprise, so much so he froze in place. The rest of their siblings walked over to the two and joined in on the hug. Luther used little to no force in his hug, in fear he would crush them. They knew Five checked up on them, they knew he cared and most importantly, they knew how much he loved them all. Five closed his eyes and leaned into the giant group hug. He tried to resist himself from crying because he didn't want to give them the satisfaction of seeing his emotions. But what Five didn't know is that Ben was there, joining in on the hug. Klaus could see his deceased brother joining in and crying. Ben was who woke Klaus up. He knew Five needed to be loved because waking up on a lonely night is painful.