News of Dad's death had gotten out. That meant that my siblings had heard. Whether they would actually come or not I wasn't sure. They had never really liked him.
The voices had been pounding through my head since it happened. It was like reliving the events from '05. I know I didn't do anything wrong, but I could've helped. I could've done something.
Oh, god, I need air.
I looked around my room, my eyes catching my disarrayed state in the mirror. My eyes were coloured red from crying, adding an unwelcome hue to the normal gray. My face was puffy and blotchy, the aggressive rosy shade covering my nose and cheeks. The now faded black stains going down my face and neck definitely needed removing. Why I continue to wear mascara when I never leave the house I don't know. Maybe it's the self hatred.
I pulled on my cardigan, violently tugging on the sleeves. I noiselessly unlocked the door and slipped out, closing it behind me. I hadn't talked to anyone since last night, and a "comforting" talk from Pogo about how I "couldn't have done anything" was not going to lift my spirits. I shuffled out of my room when I saw someone walking towards dads office.
"Klaus?"
He turned around and smiled like an idiot. "Amity? Oh my god! Long time no see!"
I laughed a little as I met him in a warm embrace. He smelled like weed.
"Look at you!" he gasped. "You look so young! How do you do it?"
I laughed lightly at his comment. He was referring to the fact that I looked like I was sixteen. Because technically, I was.
Dad concluded that when Five left, the original Five that is, we somehow connected. He never figured out why we connected, but we did. When Five jumped through time, he ended up suspending my body in time, so even though I was mentally 29, my physical form was still that of a teenager. That's also why I still lived in the academy.
Dad figured that out a year into my stay at the academy. I was devastated because most likely I would be stuck like this forever. But Klaus always knew how to cheer me up. He had also been the first one who warmed up to me in the academy. Since I had joined so late into everyone's lives, I felt alienated from the others, I wasn't part of any childhood memories, but Klaus made sure I was a part of new ones. I considered him to be one of my closest friends.
"You really think I'd give away my skincare routine?" I replied with a cheeky grin. "Although it looks like you need it."
Klaus gasped dramatically and put his hand on his heart. "Whatever do you mean? My skin's as clear as the fountain of youth!"
I laughed again. A whole hearted laugh that had been absent for too long.
"Okay, Klaus, if that's what helps you sleep at night." I chuckled.
"Oh, please, nothing could disturb my beauty sleep."
I smiled again at my best friend and he pulled me into another hug. This one, however, felt more like he was trying to squeeze the life out of me.
"Klaus!" I managed to squeak out.
"Ah, I just missed you so much!" he said while playfully rocking me side to side in his arms.
"And you'll have to miss me again if I die from not being able to breathe!" I gasped, my words strained.
He gave me another tight squeeze before releasing me. I took a step back before taking a deep breath in.
"Hey Klaus, are the others here yet?"
"I think I saw Diego downstairs," Klaus replied, lazily spinning his finger around "that spandex, woof." Klaus laughed a little to himself. I gave him a puzzled look. To that he only responded with, "You'll see."
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This Is Why We Can't Have Nice Things//Five Hargreeves
Fanfiction"This is why we can't have nice things, darling Because you break them, I had to take them away This is why can't have nice things, honey Did you think I wouldn't hear All the things you said about me?" On the 12th hour of the first day of October...
