Everchanging

Too Much

!!TW!! Mentions of abuse, mentions of alcoholism, panic attacks

Genya's life was changing too much. It was an odd sentence since he had always wished life was different. But now that he was here, in his brother's car heading towards the house, Genya kinda couldn't help but wish that this was all a really elaborate dream.

The happiness of getting to finally see his Nemi and being away from his father was overpowered easily by the heavy feeling of wanting the others back. If he focused hard enough, he could still feel Shuuya's fading body heat against his arms. But that was overpowered by the stinging ache of Genya's wounds.

He couldn't help but wonder if he was crazy, if he had his priorities out of place. He was willing to go back to living every day in hell if it meant that seeing his baby siblings' dead bodies was a cruel prank. Genya also couldn't help but wonder if other people could say that they had now seen five dead bodies in their lives.

A sick part of him almost laughed at the solemn hilarity of it all.

He could tell that Sanemi wanted to say something as they were nearing their destination, but Genya didn't have the energy to take the leap. He also didn't know Sanemi's rules, if he was allowed to start a conversation. Father would get mad whenever they spoke without permission.

"Are you sure you want to go in? I can go get your things if you want." It was weird to see Sanemi so hesitant as he parked the car. It felt like the atmosphere weighed a ton as both boys looked at the dilapidated apartment.

Genya wondered if they had cleaned up the blood. He doubted they got it all, there was just so much of it. He also wondered if anyone else would live in that house. It felt surreal, the idea of someone living in that place.

The idea of a happy family taking up the space that used to be Genya's prison.

"I can go in Nemi, don't worry." Genya tried for reassuring, but he wasn't sure if he was successful. He didn't like the worried look in his brother's eyes so he was quick to follow it up. "But can you come too? It's fine if you don't want to, I was just-"

"Sure thing. Let's go."

The two slowly made their way to the evil house. Neither really wanted to see the inside. Genya was surprised with himself when he confidently opened the heavy door. Ignoring his sore muscles, he shoved the creaky door open to reveal the stale smelling house.

Most of the blood had been cleaned up but that didn't do much to make the house feel inviting. The dining table was still flipped and glass was scattered across the small room. A rogue butcher knife was lodged into the floor while stripes of dried blood swiped up the wallpaper. It seemed not everything was cleaned completely yet.

While Genya stumbled inside, Sanemi willed himself not to vomit on the spot. He tore his eyes away from the torn wall, dented corners and blood stained flooring. How did no one notice something was wrong until it was too late?

The deeper the two walked in the more the air felt thick but Genya pursued towards the room him and his little siblings shared. Only now did he fully hesitate, this was where the bodies had been piled up that night. He could still smell the sour smell of death and fluids. He could still see the pile of limbs and faces he had wiped clean of food just hours before.

With a steadying breath, the young boy opened the door like ripping off a bandaid. Obviously, the bodies were gone but left in their place was a torn mattress soaked in old fluids. The walls were slashed and bloody and the only desk they owned was broken in a heap on the sticky floor.

"Genya?" Sanemi tried to fetch his brother's attention, not liking the face he was making as he froze at the sight of the ruined room. He tried to stifle the harsh gag at the smell of residual death but his brother continued into the eerie room. With trembling, scarred and bandaged hands Genya dug through the shards of wood that used to be their desk to find their school work books.