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Everything is fine

The sunlight slowly faded out as night fell upon the remote house, trees swaying in the breeze around it, silence echoing in the blinding darkness. The house towered the cowering grass, its lights inside like headlights on an innocent deer in the road.

Inside sat a child: short, golden hair covering one of his eyes, vivid, emerald eyes. He sat silent, only his music could be heard through the headphones on his head. Softly, he hummed along, resting his feet on his desk, the light from his computer illuminating on his face, making his eyes glisten.

He yawned and stood up, putting his headphones on his desk and walked to the door, looking down the stairs cautiously. He sighed softly to himself as he stepped out of his room and walked slowly down the stairs. "Hey." He smiled softly as his parents smiled back and walked to the kitchen. "I wanna be a policeman when I grow up."
His mother looked towards the door "That's great sweetheart! Be anything you want to be. There's no limits! You could even be prime minister one day."

"That's a lot of work though isn't it?" He walked out of the kitchen, taking a bite out of a chocolate bar. "Dad haven't you got work?"

"Hm? No. I haven't been fired, the office was set on fire so we had to evacuate. Not sure what they've done with the place now though." His father stretched and leant back on his recliner, kicking his slippers off. "The signal's blooming terrible. It's started to chuck it down too. Stay in tonight Alexander."

Alexander nodded "I was planning to. Everyone else is busy. I'll be in my bedroom if you want me." He ran upstairs and ran in his room, closing the door. The moonlight shone through his curtains, leaving a beam across his bed. He yawned and flopped back on his bed, pulling his headphones on and zoned out, melting into the rhythm of the song.

It felt like years he was laying there, oblivious of his surroundings, unaware of life around him, only him immersed in his music. His eyes flickered open and sunlight glistened in his eyes. Slowly, he sat up, taking his headphones off, placing them at the foot of his bed.

He slid off the edge of his bed and stumbled to the window, yanking his curtains open and flinched as the blinding sunlight shot at him. Regaining his vision, he shook his head and wandered over to his wardrobe, pulling on a blue cotton hoodie and black, loose shorts. He scratched his neck and pulled open his door, stepping out. "God it's colder than it usually is."

He dragged his feet down the stairs, running fingers across the wallpaper and staring at baby pictures of him and his family, a breeze brushing against him as he took a step.

He slowly reached the bottom of the stairs, pushing open the living room door. "Hey mum? Dad? Did I tell you that I love you?" He looked up and his eyes widened, pupils reducing and his face growing pale.