Suicide House

Chapter 1

"C'mon Alex, it's not that bad!" My cousin grins at me, but I could tell it was fake. All his smiles were fake, all his laughs were forced, and his tears were locked away. I wish I could help him, but that was something I couldn't do.

I didn't speak.

"Look kid, you're going to college, you have to talk at some point." He adds. My older brother James looks into the rearview mirror and frowns worriedly.

I keep my silence.

He grunt and continues driving down the long highway. James looked at me pleadingly, "Don't worry little buddy, we're almost there." I didn't speak which makes him look defeated. He tried at least.

I felt bad for not talking, I really did, but I just couldn't. I mean I could if I tried hard enough, but no, I decided I didn't want to waste my time with such nonsense.

We continue driving and I almost fell asleep again. My cousin Peter Lytton was taking care of me and my brother James until we were old enough to leave. He wasn't too enthusiastic about it, but he loved us enough to keep us.

My brother James is old enough to leave, he's twenty, but he didn't have a job. So he stayed, mostly because of me. He said he didn't want to leave me just yet. And I was thankful.

"Where did you find this place?" James asked. Peter shrugged, "Magazine. The price was cheap and we needed a bigger place so i bought it. It might be a bit too big . . ."

Wait a minute . . .

Big place. Cheap. New York. Those words don't go together in the slightest. Something's off.

James didn't see the problems and nodded. "Cool."

And that was that.

Rain started to fall. I laid my head on the car window, listening to the droplets. I put my earbuds in place after Peter decided to turn on the radio, so I decided listened to some Three Days Grace.

"Don't get me wrong

The mistakes I've made along the way

Made me who I am today

The time is gonna come

You will wake up and realize

Just how fast your life goes by"

I loved this band. It helped me in so many ways. It spoke words that I myself could and would never say. I wanted to share my passion for music with my brother, but he isn't the music type, and i'm not comfortable with sharing such personal information with Peter.

This was my little safe zone. It felt lonely and I longed to share it with someone. Someone I knew I could trust.

I felt the buzz from my phone and saw who texted me. Aaron Burr. I grinned as i opened the Instagram message.

Aesthetic_Burrd: i hope everything goes okay ! Tell me when you get there! ❤2

Well. There was Aaron. My friend since kindergarten back in Nevis. A romance had sparked somehow and we were dating for the past few years. Did anyone know? Definitely not.

As much as I loved my brother, he was a bit biphobic, and Peter was worse. Nobody knew of my bisexuality since I was too scared to come out. Coming from a 16 year old kid that's rich. Before you ask how a sixteen year old got into college, let me just say I'm smart.

AlexanderHamil_ham: Almost there! Just a few more minutes. I hope everything is okay back home.

Aesthetic_Burrd: Not the same without you, but i think I'll manage. ;)

I kept my loving sigh to myself. I wanted to be back home more than anything else.

"We're here!" Peter exclaimed.

In a swift movement I turned off my music and phone. I'd reply to Aaron later.

The house was huge, and didn't look half bad. Sure it was old but it added character. It was a two story house with an attic and what I pressure is a basement. A balcony and a large garden behind it. It was breathtaking. And this was only on the outside.

I saw something a bit more breathtaking as we all got out of the car in the pouring rain.

It was a boy in an upstairs window looking directly at me. He was too far away for me to see details, but i saw he had brown curly hair with a blonde tint to it. I blinked and he was gone.

A woman stood near the doorway, "I'm sure you'd like a tour?"

We all nodded.

Peter spoke with the lady about the financial stuff, my brother close behind. I, on the other hand went exploring. I searched for the room the curly haired guy was in. What was he doing in my new house?

Finally I found the room he was supposed to be in, but nobody was there. I raised an eyebrow, but shrugged it off. Just my imagination. . .

I headed back downstairs. The stairs made a little loop in the center of the house with a big chandelier in the middle. James, Peter, and that lady were at the edge of the stairs, I stood next to James as the lady announced,

"And. . . it's required for me to tell you of a little. . .incident that happened in this house." The lady looked anxious to leave.

"What is it?" Peter asked.

"The previous owners died in this house. Well, their son." She explained.

"How?" James gulped. He hated ghosts.

"The boy was homosexual you see, and the dad didn't like that, so he beat the poor boy to death. The wife tried to stop him, the dad hit her a bit too hard and she too died. The dad went crazy and suffocated his newborn baby and younger daughter before he raped his oldest daughter. He kept her long enough to have the baby before he killed both of them." She sped through that, but I could hear every word as clear as crystal.

Peter and James had a silent conversation together. It was a while before they nodded and looked back at the woman.

"We'll still take it."