Children of a Murderer

𝓣𝓦𝓔𝓝𝓣𝓨 - 𝓔𝓛𝓘𝓩𝓐𝓑𝓔𝓣𝓗

a/n: im sorry (no im not)

It had been a week and Mommy still wasn't home. Every time I asked, Daddy and Micheal kept saying she was gone. Well obviously, she wasn't at home! 

Evan was a crying mess. He'd been in his room all week, not speaking to anyone. He barely came out for dinner, and even sometimes that was too much. Micheal was just about the same except he kept on appearing with new bruises. Sometimes I wondered if he was just throwing himself into the wall multiple times. Weird.

Daddy wasn't around much. He tried, for me, but apparently the pizzeria was facing some legal issues? Whatever that meant. I overheard him on the phone with Uncle Henry. After I had pleaded for him to play dress up which only got me sent to my room.

"Lizzy, can I come in?" It was Micheal. I got up from my bed and unlocked my door before I plopped back onto my bed. 

He entered my bedroom, closing the door behind him. "Mikey, unless if you're here to play dress up with me because Mommy's disappeared, I suggest you go ahead and leave-"

"Elizabeth, do you know where Mom kept the wrap in your bathroom?" he interrupted. I huffed. I hated being interrupted.

"It's in the cabinet, why?" I asked. 

Micheal covered his wrist with his other hand. I was unable to see whatever it was that he was hiding. Which made me upset because he was hiding something from me. I'm seven, not four. 

He walked into the bathroom, clutching his wrist in his hand. I, of course, followed him. I was curious, I wanted to know why Micheal was holding his wrist so tight. "Liz, go wait in your bedroom," he said, wrapping his wrist.

"Why?" I asked.

"Because I am your older brother and you should listen to me," he answered. He seemed upset. Which only made me upset.

I stomped my foot, letting him know that I wasn't leaving. "No!" I whined. "I'm not leaving until you tell me where Mommy is! I know you know. She's still in the hospital, right? Why is she not here?"

Micheal sighed, putting the bandages down. "She's dead, Lizzy. Mom's not here because she's dead. You happy?"

He stormed out of the bathroom, leaving me standing there. 

Dead? 

We had learned about death in school after Makayla's dog died. She was really a mess, constantly crying and breaking down. Ms. Kate wanted to let all of us know to be weary of her and stay positive. Someone had asked what they meant by her dog being gone. Ms. Kate explained that it was a common occurrence, everything comes to an end at sometime. I had thought it would never happen, since I had no one to lose.

Humans usually live 70-90 years. Sometimes 100. I thought Mommy would still be here. Daddy is, so why can't she be here? Where did she go? Where's my mommy?

I walked across the hall to Daddy and Mommy's room. I climb up onto the bed and curled into the side Mommy usually slept on. I had been here before, many times. Evan had too. When the weather got really bad, we both would come here to sleep. Mommy usually laughed at us but let us stay. Daddy groaned but in the end we would lay here.

I began to cry. Where is Mommy? Where has she gone? 

"Elizabeth." It was Daddy. 

I didn't answer Daddy. I stayed in my same spot, wailing for my mommy. 

"Elizabeth, you shouldn't be in here. You know you aren't supposed to come in here-"

"Why didn't you tell me?" I cried. "Daddy, why didn't you tell me that Mommy's dead?" I sniffed, crying even more.

Daddy muttered something which only made me more upset. "Elizabeth, I'm sorry," he said, though Daddy didn't sound very sorry.

"Where is she, Daddy? Is Mommy safe? Is she ok?" I asked. I didn't move a bone.

I heard the springs in the bed creak when Daddy sat down on the corner. Mommy's corner. 

I called it Mommy's corner. Evan called it Mommy's corner. Micheal did too. We called it that because any time Mommy was in here, we'd see her sitting in the same spot with her hands over her face. I didn't know why she liked sitting like that, it honestly looked uncomfortable. 

"Come here, Elizabeth," Daddy said. I sat up and crawled over to him. He sat me in his lap and I curled up, his arms wrapped around me. "Clara, your mother, was a very lovely lady. She's in a better place."

I sniffled. "But I thought...I thought we were the better place," I cried. "Where is she?" 

Daddy was quiet. "Safe. My Clara is safe."

"Where? I want Mommy back!"

"I-I don't know where she is," Daddy admitted. "But I know she's waiting for you. It's probably killing her that she can't play dress up with you."

"This is more than dress up," I sobbed. "Daddy, is she really gone?"

I felt Daddy shiver at those words. "She is," he whispered. "My Clara is gone."

I cried in Daddy's arms for the rest of the time I was awake. I didn't say words, I just cried. My mommy was gone, physically gone. I was angry. Why would they take my mommy away? Why mine? Why did they have to pick her? I need her. I need a mom. If I don't have one, I'll be a laughing stock.

I felt myself get tired. I had been crying for a while. Micheal had come in and moved me to my bedroom. He left afterwards though. I was upset, crying, and tired. 

I felt sleep come to consume me, and I let it.

That night, I dreamt of Mommy. 

I saw her red hair that I had, her green eyes that I also had. Mommy was skinny, she had soft hands. Her fingertips were usually bit off, a habit Evan had. Micheal had her face. He might look like Daddy because of his hair or eyes, but Micheal had Mommy's face. 

She was surrounded by Micheal, Evan, and Daddy.

"Elizabeth, I love you," she said.

"Mommy where are you?"

"I'm safe. I am ok. I am waiting for you. I am waiting for your brothers. I want you to be happy, Elizabeth. But I need you to promise me something."

"Promise you what?"

"Don't go near Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria. Don't go near Circus Baby's Euphorium."

"Why?"

Everything faded away, Mommy didn't answer me. And then the darkness consumed me once more and my thoughts left my head.

i think ive managed to make elizabeth age like 40 years but thats ok bc girly will be dead soon <333

im joking

no im not

yes i am

an e ways, 

i lowkey hate writing elizabeth, not bc shes a boss queen (bc she is), but because i never know how to make her "normal"

and im like terrified to write evan but i gotta do that at SOMEEE point

also i apologize for fillers, i need clara's death to last beecuzzz shes a queen and i lowkey hated myself for killing her off but i had to guys ITS FOR THE PLOTTTT

OKAY AND WAIT HEAR ME OUT

SABRINA CARPENTER'S "ESPRESSO" IS THE GIRL VERSION OF "TOO SWEET" BY HOZIER

thank you for listening to my daily yap session

song of the day: the boy is mine by ariana grande :D

LUV U GUYSSSS <333

-bee ._.