Alex and John got up the next morning still giddy with excitement. The small wedding had been everything they had ever hoped for. Mollie and Phillip had been restless all night because they were so excited, Maria was falling asleep at the counter.
John slid down the banister, holding Alex's hand, and ran to the kitchen where Maria was trying to cook breakfast.
Alex found the kids watching TV and joined them. John and Maria could hear their excited screams from the kitchen.
Maria let out a long groan and flopped onto a stool at the island in the kitchen.
"Do you ever just feel so tired of everything?" She asked John who was now washing dishes.
"Yes, I've felt that... Do you want today off? You've done a lot this week, Alex needs to catch up with the kids... We'll take them out and you can just relax here," John told the exausted girl.
She gave him a soft smile.
"Thanks John"
And like that, Alexander, Phillip, Mollie, and John all left for a family outing.
Maria just curled up on the couch and tried to get some sleep.
Sorry not sorry
She woke up to a slamming door.
"H-hello?" She called out tentatively.
A man walked in to the room. He held a long sharp knife.
*****
Alex was the first one to notice that something was amiss when the front door was unlocked.
He left John to get the kid's coats and boots off while he went to investigate.
What he found was worse than finding Peter.
Maria was frozen in a scream in the middle of the living room floor. A knife still stuck in her chest. Blood dripping down to the floor.
Alex let out a chocked sob.
"John, don't bring the kids in here. Take them upstairs. I'm calling 911. Don't let them see this"
John obeyed Alex but was confused as to what was so terrible.
Soon enough the cops came.
Alex delt with them while John kept the kids away.
Alex wandered over to one of the paramedics who weren't doing anything.
"I'm sorry, do you mind going and getting my husband from upstairs? He's watching the kids right now but I think he'll want to see this." The paramedic nodded and soon enough John was downstairs crying into Alex's shirt.
~~°~~°~~°~~
The next days were spent in a daze, no one was really down to earth.
It was painful for everyone.
The kids didn't understand.
John wouldn't eat.
Alex was barely holding everything together.
Between the kids, taking care of John, dealing with the paperwork, going to work and overall cleaning of the house, Alex was working off of 3 hours of sleep each night for almost a month.
John finally ate once Maria came back in ghost form, he helped with the kids.
Alex continued to do everything else.
He was okay with that.
It distracted him from the pain.
Phillip seemed sad because 'aunty Maria was on a trip and wouldn't be back' and Mollie didn't understand what was happening.
It was okay.
They all hoped.
Alex spent his time gardening when he had nothing better to do.
They were all falling apart with nothing to stop their fall.
I dunno, feeling sort of angsty but at the same time I'm just really really tired and have a person who I thought was my friend but she is being a shitdoodle to me and on top of it all my close friends are all in Quebec so I'm really lonely... Oh well...enjoy my lovelies!
(PS this is not edited or re read, if there's anything wrong just give me a comment and I'll go ahead and fix it, you are all my editors)
-Meggy
YOU ARE READING
Suicide House
FanfictionI am adopting this story from @LamsLee_18 Alexander just moved into a new house in New York with his cousin and older brother. Nothing was special about his new life except for college and his cool looking new house. Everything seems normal enough...
