[✓] 𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒, 𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚜

thirteen ☆ everybody always leaves me

narrator's pov:

"hey, you know what we haven't done?" jack asked corbyn.

"what?" corbyn inquired.

"we haven't played red door, yellow door," jack declared.

"oh yeah, we normally play that whenever we have guests," corbyn pointed out.

"we should play it tonight," jack suggested, walking out of his room.

they started knocking on everyone's doors, telling them about their idea.

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"okay, why are we here?" brooke asked, sitting on the floor next to daniel.

"whenever we have a guest, we always play this game," jack explained.

"yeesh, i've been here for, like, a month and you guys just realized you didn't play this game yet," brooke laughed.

"i volunteer myself as brooke's guide," jonah declared.

jonah sat cross-legged in front of brooke, and put a pillow on his lap.

"okay, so, put your head on the pillow and close your eyes, brooke. then, lift your arms up in the air. when you feel like you're in a trance, put your arms down," jack declared.

"are you sure? i'm kind of scared," brooke admitted.

"don't worry, it's not that scary. just make sure to respond to any questions that jonah asks you while you're in the trance," zach mentioned.

brooke sighed, put her head on the pillow, and lifted her arms. jonah started massaging her temples, and started chanting, "red door, yellow door, any other color door."

the other guys started chanting as well. then, brooke put her arms down.

"are you in a room right now?" jonah inquired.

"n-no, i think i'm in a hallway. there are a bunch of doors with different colors. i think i'm going to go inside the room with the yellow door," brooke replied.

"what's inside the room with the yellow door?" jonah asked.

"there's a staircase. should i go up?" brooke queried.

"yes, go up the stairs," jonah declared.

"okay, i went up the stairs, and there's just another hallways with doors. wait, no, there's one door that's open. i'm going to go inside of it," brooke said.

"what's inside the room?" jonah questioned.

"d-daniel, why are you leaving? mom, dad, why are you guys leaving, too? no, please don't leave me. i don't want to be alone. daniel, come back, please!" brooke shouted.

daniel's eyes widened, "get her out of the trance, now."

"no, it's fine," jonah denied.

"daniel, please don't leave me. please, i can't be alone. why did you leave me? everyone always leaves me. please, stay, i love you," brooke sobbed.

she started breathing heavily.

"jonah, seriously, get her out of the trance! you don't know her like i do. she always used to get anxiety attacks," daniel shouted.

"d-daniel, i thought you wouldn't leave. mom and dad already left me, and i have nobody. please don't leave me," brooke continued, sobbing.

daniel started shaking brooke, in hope of waking her up. then, brooke's eyes fluttered open.

"daniel!" brooke shouted, jumping into his arms.

she buried her face in his chest, and continued crying.

"brooke, what happened?" daniel asked, comforting his little sister.

"i saw you leaving, an-and mom and dad left me, too. everyone l-left me," brooke sobbed.

"brooke, i'm never going to leave you. i love you," daniel said, hugging his sister even tighter.

"we're going to give you guys some space," corbyn said, signaling the other guys to follow him.

they all followed corbyn up the stairs, except for jonah.

"i'm so sorry. i thought it was fine, but clearly i was wrong. i had no idea you used to have anxiety. i'm so sorry, brooke," jonah apologized.

brooke wiped her tears, "it's okay, jonah."

"i'm going to give you guys some time, let me know if you need me," daniel excused himself.

he gave brooke a final hug, and went up to his room.

"brooke, i'm seriously so sorry. i hate myself so much," jonah sighed.

"jonah, it's totally fine. only my family knew about my anxiety, so it's not your fault. and i completely forgive you," brooke said.

she gave jonah a hug.

"okay, it's kind of late now. we should head upstairs," jonah suggested.

brooke nodded.

they headed upstairs, but then brooke felt something intertwine with her cold hand.

jonah's hand.

hand-in-hand, they walked up the stairs to their bedrooms.

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