Children of a Murderer

𝓕𝓞𝓤𝓡𝓣𝓔𝓔𝓝 - 𝓜𝓘𝓒𝓗𝓔𝓐𝓛

My parents had been acting super strange for the past week. Evan's finally been admitted to preschool, Elizabeth made it to second grade, and I'm in eighth grade. But instead of celebrating these achievements, specifically mine, Mom's been so fixated on Dad that we have zero time alone. I think the last time we had was when I gave her her gift, and even then it lasted five minutes before she had to go to bed.

Not to mention, Mom hasn't been eating. I tried asking Dad but he just said she was tired. So now, I am going to find Mom in her room and see what she's been doing for this past week.

I got up from my desk in my bedroom, and walked down the hall to Mom's bedroom. I needed to know what's so important that Mom has to ignore everyone else in this house.

I opened the door slowly. All of the lights in the room were off, the only "lighting" was from the windows. There were  papers on the ground and the light sound of a fan spinning. I heard quiet sobs coming from the bed. I walked in, shutting the door behind me, and that's when I spotted her.

"Mom?"

She didn't seem to hear me. She kept sobbing into her hands. "Mom?" I repeated, trying to get her attention. "Mom, it's me."

"GET AWAY!" she cried. "WILLIAM GET AWAY!" I stepped back, knocking into a desk. What is she talking about? I'm not Dad.

She looked at me, her eyes wide with tear streaks down them. "WILLIAM STOP! STOP IT!" she cried. "I DONT LIKE IT! KEEP OUR SON OUT OF THIS!"

"Mom, I don't understand- I'm not dad, I'm me. Mom I'm Micheal," I said. I walked closer and grabbed my mom's hands. "Mom, you're okay. It's me, it's Micheal."

"Micheal," she echoed. "You're Micheal?"

"I'm Micheal," I repeated. She pulled me close and cried into my shoulder, whispering apologizes that she thought would fit. Would explain why she was so scared of Dad. Why she's been cooped up in her room for a week. "Why haven't you left this room?"

She pulled back, her green eyes looking into mine. "It's not important, Micheal-" she started but I cut her off.

"I know it has something to do with Dad," I spoke slowly. "Did he do something to you?"

"No, no. Your father, Will, would never hurt me," she reassured me. "I'm in here because I want to be in here."

"But Mom, what about Lizzy and Evan?" I asked. "What about me?"

She broke the eye contact by looking into her lap. "Mom isn't doing great, Micheal. You shouldn't be in here," she said. "You weren't supposed to see me like this. It's not good for a kid to wonder these things. So I need you to promise me something."

"What do you need me to promise, Mom?" I swallowed.

"Promise me, you will not look into those five kids you saw with the yellow bunny suit man," Mom said. "I need your word that you will not go to school, or at home, and search news articles for them."

"I promise," I promised. "But why?"

"I cannot say exactly why," she said. "But I want you to be aware that if you do, your father's job is jeopardized. And I know you don't want that."

"No, I don't," I agreed. "Mom, could you please come out of this room with me? It's not very good to stay cooped up like you are right now."

Mom smiled a sad smile. I already knew her answer. "No, Micheal. I need some more time before I can rejoin the family," she said. "You understand that?"

I nodded. "At least come out for dinner," I tried, but Mom was already shaking her head.

"You should go find your father and try to help out at the pizzeria," Mom said. "I've heard they've been very busy with it, considering the fact that it's been a pain in Henry's side."

"Uncle Henry called?" I asked.

Mom nodded. "He called an hour ago. He wanted to make sure I was safe after...." she trailed off.

"After what?" I asked.

Mom smiled. "Nothing. Go supervise your siblings or something. Keep yourself busy," she said. "You're a kid. It's time you act like one." She gave me one of her mom-confidence smiles and I knew she meant she wanted me to leave her alone. I respected her wishes, but I also hated them. Why can't Mom just be apart of the family? What has Dad done to make her like this? And what do those five missing kids have to do with this?

I headed back to my bedroom to call my friends, wondering everything and nothing at the same time. Mom had my word that I wouldn't go searching, but she didn't have my friends' words.

I picked up my telephone line and dialed Simon's number. "Hey Simon," I greeted.

"Wassup, Mike?" he said from the other line.

"Nothing much, but I have something I need you to do for me."

"And what's that?"

"I need you to look up the news articles of the five missing kids."

"From Fredbears?"

"That's the place," I confirmed.

"Mike, I don't think you really want to know what happened. It's all over the news. I'm sure you can look it up anywhere."

"Simon, what happened to those five kids?"

"They're still missing."

"No they aren't."

"Mike, all I'm saying is maybe you don't want to know..."

"Simon, you have been my best friend since before we could actually communicate with words versus babbles. Now tell me, what happened to those kids?"

"The five missing kids were.."

"Were what, Simon?"

"The five missing kids were killed."

so what's up bros?

oh me? not much just writing how micheal continues to disobey his mother's commands ofc ;)

i'm giving you guys double chapters today to make up for the fact that i most definitely have not been writing for the past two months (maybe less idk all ik is i didnt write in april AT ALL)

soooo i still need those favorite colors...

now remember DRINK WATER, EAT FOOD (no, you cannot live off of those little debbie cakes)

luv u guys <333

-bee :>

ps: im experimenting with faces ._.