All is Well.

friends...bullys

The first of February. 1982. Evan's point of view. The afton household. Evan's room. 2:23pm

I ran into my room and shut the door, sitting on the end of my bed hiccuping. Lizzie and Michael were right I was a baby. Stop crying. I told myself. Stop crying. Stop crying. Stop crying. I repeated it over and over in my head, punching my arms. It just made me cry harder. I flopped onto my stomach, face first. Sobbing into my pillow. "Don't cry everything's okay." Came the voice next to me sounding comforting. "It's not! I didn't do anything and Lizzie got mad at me!!" I sniffed, shoving my face further into the pillow. "I'm sick of everyone taking everything out on me." I said quietly. "It's unfair to you." He said, I could tell he was watching me. I said nothing. "Micheal's outside." He said. "He's waiting to scare you." I stopped sniffing. I hated that foxy mask he wore. "Then I'm staying in here." I said stubbornly sitting up and wiping my eyes. "What about when you have to use the bathroom, or your hungry?" "I'll eat when dad gets home." "You father won't be home until later. You can't wait that long." "Stop making me go see him I don't want to!" "I know but he's out there. He will hurt you if you leave." "I know! Just leave me alone, your being so annoying!" I yelled shoving the pillow over my head. He stayed quiet. "He's gone....Your brothers friends are here." "What?" My voice rose higher. I turned to the clock. 2:30. "Oh no!" I said beginning to shake. "Just tell your father if they hurt you." "No! Then Mikey gets even meaner, I never tell daddy. I don't know how he keeps finding out." I got up and rushed to the bathroom. "Where are you going." Came from behind me. "The bathroom so I can hide before they come up here."I ran out of the room as fast as I could.

I came back from the bathroom and shut both my doors. "Okay I'll stay in here for the night. I'll be fine...I'll be...." "You can't hide from them forever." "I..." I knew I couldn't. I sat down with my toys and began playing. Continuing to talk to my friend. I stayed there for about an hour when I heard a rapping on my window. I turned around but saw nothing. When i turned back my closet door was open a bit. I felt the breath leave my lungs as the hairs on the back of my neck stood up. I had goosebumps all over and was shaking. Micheal says I'm scared of everything. Dad says I have to grow up and be a man. Lizzie says I need to try get over my fears. I know there right but I was frozen scared. When most people wouldn't think twice of an open closet thinking of the wind. It scared me half to death and the images from my nightmares flooded my brain. "Be brave." Said the voice next to me. "I-I" I felt like passing out. "You can do it Evan. Shut the door. It won't hurt you. It was the wind." "I- I don't....o-okay." All I had to do was shut the door. I ran over to push it close when foxy appeared from the darkness grabbing my leg. I screamed jumping back but he help on. I was yelling for help when foxy started...laughing? I look as Micheal pulled off the mask. "You should've seen your face!" He gasped laughing. "Talking to your imaginary friends I see." Wilson laughed. Removing the freddy mask. "What a suprise he's crying." Anissa giggled. Leering at me with the Chica mask as I tried to move away from them. "Let's go guys." Anissa said as they began to leave. "You tell dad about this. Your dead Crybaby...understand?" Micheal snarled picking me up by my shirt. I nodded tears rolling down my face sniffing. I yelped as Micheal dropped me with a look of disgust. As they left Jacob kicked my stomach. I groaned and curled up on the ground, at the edge of my bed. Sobbing quietly. "Tommorrow is another day." I heard before crying myself to sleep.