All is Well.

Guilt?

The first of February. 1982. Micheal's point of view. The Afton household. Micheal's room. 3:08pm

"Dude your brother is fucking ridiculous." Laughed Wilson dropping down onto the chair at my desk. "He was so funny playing his stupid games!" Anissa giggled plopping onto the beanbag next to the window. "I know he has like fifty imaginary friends." I snickered as me and Jacob sat on my bed. "Honestly you'd think he'd be normal with you as an older brother but he's so messed up. Where did his urge to cry every two seconds come from?" Jacob took off his bonnie mask as I shrugged. "He just-" I was abruptly cut off when my bedroom door flew open and Lizzie stormed inside. "What did you do!" She demanded stomping her foot. "Elizabeth your supposed to knock." I said in a sing song tone, copying her voice from earlier. She banged on the wall so violently I expected her hand go go through the wall. "Can I help you?" I smiled sweetly as she glared. "What did you do to Evan!" She demanded once more as I shrugged. We just jumped out at him no biggy." "No biggy? Michael you scared the life out of him! He cried himself to sleep, it's only like three in the day he's gonna be sick from not eating! You know it terrifies him! I can't belive I more mature than you and I'm eleven! Your sick Micheal. You are an awful person I hate you!" She screeched running from the room and slamming the door.

My stomach squirmed. Did I really scare him that bad? Was he that much of a baby? Did Liz mean what she said. I made her sick, she really hated me? Who cares she's just my sister. Yet those words made me feel sick. And Ev, why did I care what he thought. I know he hates me for all I do to him and I do it because.....no matter what I say i sound like a prick. There was no excuse for my actions. "Mike? Mike? Mike dude? Micheallllllll?" "Huh?" Jacob waved his hand infront of my face. "You okay dude?" "Yeah...yeah I'm fine."

That night when dad got home I put dinner on the table. "Can you make anything else apart from soup." Lizzie grumbled at me, she hadn't said much to me since my friends left. Unless she had something mean to say. Lizzie was one of the sweetest kids. This wasn't like her. She was still mad after what I did to Evan. I didn't think I scared him that bad. He needed to take a joke. Lizzie convinced him to come down for dinner. He was starving so he agreed but sat next to dad away from me looking scared, as if I was going to bite him. "Shut up Lizzie." I responded sitting next to her. She moved her chair away as if I had a disease. She ate with a sour look on her face as Evan ate slowly, and nervously. "Thank you Micheal." Dad said eating his face, covered by the evening newspaper. "Do you have your bags ready for school?" Evan nodded, "Yes." Lizzie said and I shrugged. "I have to put some more stuff in." "Elizabeth, Evan are your lunchboxes in the fridge." "Yes." Lizzie responded as dad peered at me. "I need lunch money." I answered his gaze as he passed money across to me. I placed it I'm my pocket as he said. "Spend it on lunch. Nothing else?" I nodded. I had lunch money in my bag. This was going on another pack of cigarette. "Is your homework done?" Dad asked. Evan and Lizzie nodded their mouths full. Shit I forgot to do mine. Dad must've seen my face fall. "Is your homework done Micheal?" "Yes." "Yes what?" "Yes Father." I sighed holding back from rolling my eyes. "Are you done with dinner?" The three of us nodded. "Micheal clean up, you are all dismissed." I cleaned up angrily and shoved the dishes in the sink. Stomping up to my room to take out my books and make it look like atleast I made an effort on the homework. I passed Evan in the hall, and grabbed his arm. He looked scared for his life. I gave him a light pinch and a small punch. "Pinch, punch first of the month. Its Feburary first, go do it to Lizzie." I gave him a small smile. He beamed back and rushes to Lizzie's room. That night I lay in bed, thinking over the way he smiled at me. Maybe he wasn't so bad after all.