The Devil Within || The Boy

five; alive

It was a little after four p.m, when Scarlett was just sitting in the moving car. She was just coming from her neighbors house, who was watching over her after school. Her mom had just picked her up and right away, she asked if she could go to the Heelshires' home. She hummed to herself as she thought of the reasons why Brahms wasn't at school earlier that day.

What if he moved away? No that's silly! He might have a cold? Yes that's why, a cold! Poor Brahms - Scarlett sighed to herself.

Her mom was driving her to his house since Scarlett wouldn't stop whinning. She knew Mrs.Heelshire would understand since it's happened before where one was just dying to to see the other.

The were just arriving to Brahms' house when she heard her mom gasp. She looked around and that's when little Scarlett saw the multiple cars. They're were firefighters, police cars and an ambulance all in front of Brahms' home. Scarlett felt weight push against her chest as she looked at the scene. Half of the house was burned down with smoke coming out.

Her mother had parked the car before stepping out. "Scarlett, honey. I'll be back. Please stay in the car." Her mother said before closing the door. Except Scarlett wasn't paying attention, she was to busy shocked at the place. Once she saw her mother disappear behind cars she opened her door and got out. She walked closer to the crowed area as she called out Brahms name. Each time getting more worried when she didn't see him. She was able to pass through the busy people without being noticed. She found herself very closely to the house. Still calling his name, she was about to step foot into the smokey burnt house.

"Scarlett! No!" Her mother quickly pulled her away from the collapsing house. "What were you thinking? It's dangerous in there. You could've got hurt." She said while kneeled down to her. "where's Brahms?" She softly asked as tears started to flow down. Her lips were frowned. Her mothers face had quickly soften at her upset daughter. She knew the truth and she knew it was going to break her daughters heart.

"Honey, I'm sorry but Brahms is gone."

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I groaned as felt my head in pain. I try lifting my hand up to feel it but hands weren't able to move. Opening my eyes, they were tied together. I sit up finding myself in my bed. I almost have a heart attack when I see the figure sitting in a chair staring at me.

"Is it really you?" I question him. He wore the same mask which made this situation way creepier. He nodded slowly. "And why should I believe you? How do I know you're not some weird sicko." I noticed his hand bawled into a fist. His breath also got heavier. He was angry. I look down feeling bad as if I were in trouble or something. "I'm sorry." I mumble. Looking up I noticed he had relaxed. I watch as he brings out an object from his pocket. He tossed the object onto the bed. I pick it up and almost didn't recognize it all. It was a silver bird necklace. The one that was given to me by Brahms when we were eight. I really don't remember how I lost it before but now I'm guessing he had it the whole time. Brahms had it the whole time.

"So it is you but how?" The whole situation was bizarre. How is he here? They told me he was dead, he died in the fire. My eyebrows furrowed as so many things had ran through my mind. "There was the fire - I don't understand." I say and he tilted his head to the side. He got up and walked out of my room. Since my feet weren't tied, I was able to get up and follow him. "Brahms!" I called him but he stayed walking downstairs. "Are you not going to speak? Talk to me!" We reached the kitchen and he stopped. Why was he acting like this? How does he not expect me to not have questions and for them to be answered?

He turned around and brought out a knife, which made step back since I didn't know he had it on him. He pulled me closer and cut the rope off my hands. He then proceeded to sit down at the table. "Hello? Aren't you going to answer me?" I ask as I rubbed my wrist. They were slightly red from the rough rope that was tightly tied around them. I got closer to him. I deserve answers for christ sake. "Brahms-" before I could finish i was slammed up against the fridge. He had gotten up and held me against the cold frame, with his hand around my neck. The other held a knife against along my jawline. I take a gulp in fright as I kept my eyes shut for a moment.

"NO MORE!" He deeply said as I stood in fear. For a moment It felt as if his hand was caressing my cheek. I couldn't figure it out if it was just in my head. Finally he pulled away and I let out a sigh. At the moment the thought of getting away didn't go through my mind. This was Brahms - yes someone I was yet very close to him except he had deep dark secrets within all his life. Secrets I wanted and needed to know.