Chapter 8

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TW: SOMEWHAT SUICIDE MENTION

I peeked my head out the door and look down the hall. I heard faint talking. It sounded like David and somebody else. "So wheres Robert?" Robert? The father of the three? "Did you not hear the news?" The other voice questioned. "Sadly no. we banned the family from watching the news only certain people can watch it" David's voice sounded dull once he reached the certain people part. "Oh well, Robert apparently committed.." My heart dropped. Robert did that?

"He did that!? I understood he was stressed and was on pills but I never expected he would've done that" David sounded like he was getting stressed. Suddenly I feel someone lean on top of me. I look back and jump. I fall to the ground but cover my mouth so nobody heard my screech. Matthew lifted his hands. "Calm down little man it was just me..sorry" 

I let out a sigh of relief and get up on my feet. "We're all set by the way" I nodded and stepped inside the room, shutting the door behind me. We all walk over to the window. "Nick, can you go first?" I ask. "y-yeah," he says. He starts to climb out of the window. He peeks out before doing so. Looking both ways, he finally hops out the window.

I heard a thud and then a grunt or maybe a groan. The window was somewhat high up since we were on the second floor. I peek out and look down at Nick. "You okay?" There was just silence and then he just lifted his hand. Forming it into a thumbs up.

I look back at the other two. "Who's next?" They both just stared at me. I shudder then turn back to face the window. "I'm coming next, Nick!" I say. He started recovering from the fall and finally stood up. I climb out the window and close my eyes before jumping. I felt nothing then I felt arms wrap around me tightly. I slowly open my eyes and look around. Success. I smile and get down from Nicks's arms and move to the side. 

| MATTHEWS POV |

I walk over to the window and see a sign that Nick is ready for Seth. Not me but Seth. It's the oldest last of course though I think I'm younger than Nick. I turn around to face Seth and do a creepy smirk that always seems to scare my siblings. He whines and tries to turn and run but I hop over the bed and wrap my arms around him. "Nope. not today!" He tries to wiggle out of my grip. I drag him over to the window and look out of it. "We have a wiggler!" I say. "You'll be okay buddy." I throw Seth over me and out the window. I hear his little girl screech and I cover my mouth trying not to laugh but I fail. 

I collapse onto Jacks' bed wheezing. A few minutes later I finally stop and take a deep breath before making my way over to the window. I look out and notice Jack and Seth weren't there. "Hey- Nick where did the other two go?" He looked up at me then tilted his head over to my right. I look over there and notice the two walking to the woods. I start to climb out of the window. "I'm coming buddy!" I yell. I flop out of the window and get caught by Nick. I look at Nick and he just looked back at me. I jumped out of his hands. I start to follow behind Seth and Jack and Nick walk next to me completely silent. Heading to the woods,

Eventually, we arrive at this shack.  It looked interesting. Well other than the broken glass and windows. "Are we gonna make this shack into a hang-out or something?" I asked Jack. "exactly," He said. I walked into the shack. There was a dusty dull red carpet with gold patterns. A mirror with candles, an animal skull that had its horns a dark brown shade. There was a record player just like back at our house. That's now gone... I shake my head to get out of those thoughts and continue to look around. There was a half wooden crate filled with records to play and I pointed them out to Nick.

Once he heard records he was already walking over there. I followed after him and sat down. I leaned against the wall watching Nick look through all the records carefully. He picks up one, looks at it and the music on it then puts it back. He flips it towards him and grabs the next. Repeating the same pattern over and over.

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