Children of a Murderer

𝓣𝓦𝓔𝓝𝓣𝓨 𝓣𝓦𝓞 - 𝓔𝓥𝓐𝓝

Five months after Clara Afton's death...

It was dark in my bedroom. All I had was a flashlight that I was using to keep them away. I was scared and exhausted. I was sitting on the edge of my bed, constantly turning around to check behind me or running to the doors to shut them, or going to the closet to make sure one of them weren't in there.

I was young, my fourth birthday was five months ago exactly. I didn't feel like a four year old. I felt like I was twenty-three with all of this stuff. Five months of them mocking and torturing me. Five months of no sleep.

Thump. Thump. THUMP.

I spun around on my bed just in time to see Freddy Fazbear's gleaming white pointed teeth. I locked the flashlight on him and he immediately became a plush again. My heart was pounding, that was the closest call I had. 

Suddenly, another one of them was at my door, trying to get inside of my bedroom. I jumped up from my bed and ran over to the door. I grabbed the knob and turned it, insuring that it closed. I held it for a few moments, I could hear the scraping in the hallway. It was always gone by morning, but throughout the night it would stay.

By 'it', I mean their scratch marks. They always make it known that they are there by leaving them for me to find. All it did was make me more scared and more tempted to cry. But I could do that later whenever I actually survive the night.

BEEP. BEEP. BEEP.

6 a.m. My torture is over. 

I cleaned up my bedroom as usual and went into the kitchen to find Daddy. "Daddy?" I said.

"Oh, Evan. You're awake," Daddy said. "I have...work...today. I'll see you and your siblings for dinner, if you need lunch there's some sandwiches in the fridge. Goodbye."

As usual, he left. Which made me start crying alone in the kitchen.

Why is this happening to me? What did I do to deserve these torturous events? Why me?

"Evan?" a small voice asked. "Where did Daddy go?"

I continued to sob, not answering my sister. She walked up next to me and hugged me. "Work, again?" she asked. I nodded. "He does know it's the weekend, right? Daddy shouldn't be at work."

I shrugged, continuing to cry. "I'm going to go wake Mikey up, you can come with me if you'd like," Elizabeth said. "Maybe you should clean yourself up in the shower, I'm sure there's hot water."

I nodded and stalked off to the downstairs bathroom to take my shower. Despite Elizabeth's words, I took a cold shower. Mamma used to always give me cold showers, she said it was better for you to have cold versus warm. It makes you get out of the shower quicker. So I did take a cold shower in her honor. 

When I was finished, I was a sobbing mess again. She's dead because of us. It's all because of us. She was driving to get my cake. It's my fault. It's all my fault.

"Evan, is that you crying in there?" it was Micheal.

I wiped my eyes. "Y-yeah," I stammered.

"Well get a move on. Some other people have to use the shower!" he yelled.

"O-kay."

Each of us had taken Mamma's death differently. For me, I was always affected by it. Anytime she was mentioned I'd become a sobbing mess like earlier. Elizabeth cried for a week before she took up the 'Mom' position of the house. Really, she just watched over me while Daddy was at work.

Micheal was the only one who never cried about Mamma. He was angry, he took it out on me because it was my fault. It was my cake, it was my birthday. I don't blame him, I just wish he wasn't so angry all the time.

I exited the bathroom, Micheal shoved me out of his way. "Out of my way, loser," he scoffed, slamming the bathroom door behind him.

I shuddered before I started crying again. 

My brother hates me, my mother is dead, my father no longer loves me, and my sister cannot be a child anymore because of me. 

I should die.

I cried even louder at that last thought which made Elizabeth come running toward me. "Evan, are you ok?" she asked. "Come on, let's go and watch some TV together."

I spent the next hour watching with my sister. We were both silent, my crying had stopped. The silence was disrupted by Micheal though.

"I'm going out. Lizzy, you know where the food is. Feed Evan or don't, I don't really care. Just get something to eat, Liz," he yelled. "I'll be back before Dad's home."

"Okay!" Elizabeth yelled back. "Stay safe, Mikey!"

"Yeah yeah." We heard the door slam closed behind him. 

I jumped at the sound. "It's ok, Evan. Everything is ok," she whispered. I felt my eyes drift closed, letting the sleep catch up to me. "What is up with you? Evan?" she said, her voice was even quieter. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry, Evan."

Sorry for what? Was what I wanted to ask, though I couldn't find the energy to move my mouth. I let the sleep consume me as I lay in my sister's warm arms. 

She smelled like Mamma.

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