Friends (Actual rewrite) ((Jeff the killer))

Step By Step

I dropped the last of my boxes in the empty, tan colored room. There was a bunk bed set up on the left wall, and a dresser put up against the opposite wall. There was a large TV on top of the dresser, which had my xbox connected to it. Next to the dresser was my closet. This was it.

This was my new life. A new room, a new house, new family.

My sister walked in behind me, huffing at me, obviously annoyed. "Wanna move, or are you just going to stare at the wall and stand in the way all day?" I moved out of her way, a large, evil grin crossing her face as she passed me. "How is it so far?"

"Different," I said. "Very different."

"Yea.. Glad you're living with us now. I have someone to talk to!" She hugged me, which I gladly hugged back.

I had moved away from my mother, who didn't much mind anyway. It's not that she didn't care about me, it was the fact that she worked so much to provide for me and my younger brother that she wasn't ever there. So, I moved in with my dad, giving my mom one less person to worry about until I came to visit on the holidays. Sadly, my brother would be in and out of our grandparents house after school because he had no way of getting home other than mom.

I pushed away past thoughts, because this was supposed to be a new chapter in my life. "Moving forward," as my dad says. This was his way of keeping me from feeling guilt for leaving, which so far, was happening lot. I sighed. All I needed right now was a hug and less work to do. Maybe a nap.

Samantha noticed my aura slowly darkening and punched my arm. "Cheer up a bit, dorkbutt!" I smiled at her, even though my eyes still held onto the last thought I had and my arm hurt now. My sister grabbed my cheeks in her hands and squished them into my own face, causing me to make an awful, inhuman noise from my throat. "You gonna cheer up," she questioned with a grin.

"Maybe if you weren't squeezing my face-!"

"I'm squishing your cheeks. It makes you cute." She pressed harder, and my body reacted by contorting upward like a dog being picked up. She just giggled at my movements. "Happy yet?"

I huffed and went limp. "Sure.." She let me go. I rubbed my cheek and smiled at her, giving her what she wanted so badly. "Now," she took charge, "let's get to unpacking."

"Nah," I said, crawling into bed.

"Nah?"

"Yeah.. Just nah. I'm tired and Dad's not going to check on our room until tonight, which means we have a couple hours to do whatever." I curled up in a blanket.

"Mom's still home. She doesn't even have a job yet like Da," I made a face at what she just called our dad. He may be her step father, but we all disliked the name she had titled him with.

"Mom doesn't care," I grumped.

"Yes, she does."

"Nah. She doesn't give two sh-"

"Language Bri! This isn't your mom's house." Samantha slapped me with a pillow. "Get up!"

I groaned and pulled my knees towards myself. "No..."

She was quiet for a moment. I felt those brown, puppy dog eyes burn into my back. I got a bit uncomfortable. I stayed still and silent though. I was playing T-Rex with my sister. If I didn't move, I wasn't there. I heard her suck in air, and immediately turned pale. "MOOOOOOMMM!!" She yelled.

I bolted upright and threw a pillow at her. "Shut up and I'll help you, dammit!"

"Too late," she smirked.

Our mom walked in, looking at the room, Samantha by our boxes and me in bed with a blanket wrapped around my lower half like a snake. She began to lecture us about work, responsibility, how hard on all of us it was to move, blah blah blah... I zoned out after a while, thinking of anything and everything that spilled into my mind. My mom, my dad, my dog who was so old, death looked young around her, my drawings that people thought were inappropriate because they featured gore and naked women, my old school, new school- "Briana!"