All is Well.

Again.

The first of Feburary. 1982. Evan's point of view. The afton household Evan's room. 9:43am.

"MICHAEL!" I yelled banging my fists on the door
"LET ME OUT!" This was the fourth time he locked me in my room this week. "Please!" I begged, my hands slid down the door and I sat on the floor knocking harder and harder. Tears streaming down my face. My hands were sore and raw from knocking. My head hurt. Why did he choose to do that to me. What did I do to him. Apparently my existence was punishment for him. So he made it his role to punish me. I sat on the floor. Arms wrapped around my knees sobbing quietly. "He did it again did he?" I heard behind me. "Yeah." I sniffed into my knees. "Did they not hear your knocking? Not even your father." "I-I don't know." "Try again. Maybe they will hear you." I sighed and got up, tears still pouring, silently. I continued to knock. I yelled till my voice went horse and just as I went to give up. The door opened without warning and I fell forwards into the hallway outside landing with a thud. "Oopsie, sorry about that." Said a sly voice behind me as I sat on my knees. "Aww were you crying again Crybaby?" Michael jeered looking down on me. "No!" I said quickly wiping my eyes, wishing the tears would stop streaming down my face. "Here." He held out his hand, expecting me to take it. I looked at him, then at his hand, then him again. "Im not poisonous." He said peering down at me. I took his hand slowly, and when he held on I began to get up. Just as I was about to stand he let go and I lost my footing landing on the ground again. "Oops! Sorry my hand...slipped." He said smiling sweetly at the end of the sentace. "Come on dad wants us all for breakfast." He said pushing me forward as we headed downstairs.