Thomas Flynn

Log #2; Chapter 2

     April 20th, 2014

It's Ashton's Birthday.  I haven't been able to sleep since he started yelling this morning. It's around noon and it's surprisingly quiet, not that it'll last long, but it's nice. Mother and Father usually let Ashton wake up whenever he feels like. As for me, nine-thirty A.M. every morning. Weekends, ten-fourty-six. I don't really understand why my parents wake me up at ten-forty-SIX instead of forty-five, it would be easier. It probably is one of Ashton's stupid little rules. 

Ashton makes his own rules. You can't control him. If Ashton wants alcohol, Father will buy him it. If he wants money, he gets money. If he wants drugs, he gets drugs. 

My mother just came in my room and told me that she will be downstairs and working on a project she's been doing for the past year. She didn't tell me where Father was, though. He's probably in his study. Whatever, it is what it is then. Ashton's fourteen now. Fourteen years old. Today's sunday. The pharmacy is closed, and Ashton is out of medication. I've already written what happens when he is out of meds and unable to get more within twenty-four hours. Usually Mother and Father go wake up Ashton with a 'surprise cake' they make every year. What happened this morning, I don't believe they had time to make one. He was yelling, hitting, kicking, slamming himself against the wall, and tried many attempts to strangle both Mother and Father. I'd stayed locked in my room for a good couple hours. 

It's been.. a couple hours. I've been locked in a closet for awhile. What happened? Ashton. He's completly lost it. I'm scared. I'm really scared. Mother came to check on me earlier, when she came into my room, she started to act weird. She lost a bit of her balance and felt sick. She looked at me, fear, rage, and sadness. She said the words; 'I'm sorry, my Tommy boy. I'm sorry.' She hit the wall and fell over. I was terrified. I ran over to her and kept shaking her. She stopped breathing. I started to panic and started to make my way to Father's room, on the 3rd floor. I tried calling for Father but he wouldn't respond. I don't know what is happening, all I know is it's all tied to Ashton.

I hear banging. It's getting closer. I heard a gunshot..! I don't know what to do. I'm scared. I'm scared. He's yelling for me. Ashton is trying to find me. Is...Father dead too? I want to check. I can't. I can't risk being seen by him. I smell smoke. Heavy smoke. Ashton keeps hitting the walls in a pattern. Is he burning the house? I can't tell. Bang. Bangbangbang. Bangbang. Bangbang. Bang. Bangbang. It's some sort of pattern. He keeps repeating it. I don't know. I don't know. I can't get out of the closet. It won't open! I'll die in here!

The smoke seems to be getting stronger..! Ashton, Ashton why? Why?  I'm stuck! How do I get out? Agh, I'm done for. I'm done for!

Ashton POV: 

Smear it. Smear it. Where he can see it. He thinks he can really get out. What a dumbass. God. So stupid. I hope he gets my message. Psh, he couldn't figure it out for the life of his tiny little brain. This is me. I feel like me. Finally. I feel. Free. Looks like poor little Thomas won't get out after all. Flames. Flames are so pretty. Watching things burn to the ground, seeing the fire grow bigger the more it eats. I love it. Too bad no fire department will come. Since they live in the middle of nowhere. In Minty Hills. I hate the damned name. Who came up with that? Seriously. It's retarded. The sunrise against the flames are such a great duo. Why hasn't the little twat screamed yet? Did he really die that fast? Wow. Least I have my most prized posessions; silver dagger and trusty number two, handgun, extra bullets, lasting around a years worth. So long, Minty Hills.

Somehow I made it out of the house. Everything is burned. I was able to save a couple of my things. I was able to save my blue jacket Mother bought me for my birthday, and my stuffed bunny named Mr. Beau. My mother's friend made me this little bunny from stratch. His name is Beau, pronounced "bow". Beau gave me the bunny on my birthday. He told me to never leave the bunny alone and to take it with me everywhere. He said that this bunny resembles him, because I wouldn't see him ever again. Mr. Beau is covered in ash, and dirt. One of his orange button eyes are missing too. He looks really sad. I'll try to find somewhere to fix him up a little bit. 

Ashton completly disappeared. I guess it's for the best he's not around anymore. Did Ashton plan this? Was his plan to burn down the house and leave everything behind? Who knows. What a birthday. His 14th birthday. Why would he do this? Why? Where is he going to go? Where am I supposed to go? I don't know. Where? Where else is there? Why did Mother and Father have to choose to live in the middle of nowhere? The closest store is 10 miles away, the closest town is 20 miles. I guess it's not that far. I could maybe go to that store and ask for help. I doubt it will do anything though.