n. the subtle but persistent feeling of being out of place, as maladapted to your surroundings as a seal on a beach-lumbering, clumsy, easily distracted, huddled in the company of other misfits, unable to recognize the ambient roar of your intended...
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I'm sitting in the living room on one of the couches as we discuss the apocalypse matters. None of them have asked me anything which is good for me, as I don't really want to answer. The world is going to end in a few days, and so far we've done nothing to stop it.
We've hit dead end after dead end, at this point we may as well let the world end. It'd be better than this god awful life.
The nightmares started to come back. The screams and the pain from the souls in Hell. I've never wanted to stop thinking so badly. At this point though, it's just white noise.
"Hold the phone." Klaus says, pulling me from my thoughts. "We all died fighting this thing the first time around. Remember?"
"Klaus, shockingly, has a point." Allison points out. "What gives us a win this time?"
I look up at the sound of electricity crackling. Another blue portal opens up right above the bar area. Five lands on the bar harshly, falling on top of a briefcase. Rolling off the bar, I run towards him.
"Je....Jesus!" exclaims Allison.
"You guys, am I still high, or do you see him, too?" groans Klaus.
Five takes Allison's coffee, chugging it down before he throws it behind him. Before anyone can say anything I walk up to him.
I slap him, causing him to groan and my siblings to gasp.
"What the hell was that for, Rosie?" asks Five, holding his now red cheek.
"You promised you wouldn't leave again." I state. Rubbing my hand on his cheek to soothe the burn on his cheek.
"I came back didn't I?" he asks.
"This time." I mumble, moving off to the side so that my siblings could ask their questions.
"Five, where have you been?" asks Allison.
"Are you alright?" asks Diego.
"Who did this?" questions Luther.
"Irrelevant." grumbles Five. He looks over at me, catching me looking at him. "So, the apocalypse is in three days. The only chance we have to save our world is, well, us."
"The Umbrella Academy?" questions Luther.
"Yeah, but with me, obviously." states Five sarcastically. "So if ya'll don't get your side show acts together and get over yourselves, we're screwed. Who cares if Dad messed us up?"
I elbow him in the side, causing him to groan. "Are we gonna let that define us? No." states Five. "And to give us a fighting chance to see next week, I've come back with a lead. I know who's responsible for the apocalypse. This is who we have to stop."
Five holds out a piece of paper. I turn towards Five to see him grab his side slightly. Allison grabs the paper from his hand, none of our siblings noticing Five's small movements.
