It's the night of Tuesday, March the 26th. Emily is standing in the driveway looking up at the house she used to know. (Switching to first person)
I stood in the driveway looking at the house I was raised in. All my old memories of being abused & neglected came rushing back. How could I ever go back into that house?
I sighed and shook my head. "He's dead" I told myself. So, why was it so hard to move? Why did it feel like my body would rather melt then take another step towards that horrible place I had to call home? Every piece of me was screaming to run... but my heart. I have to see them again. I have to make sure they are ok. I need to see my brothers and sisters.
I sighed and shook my head. "Move your feet pu$$y," I told myself.
Finally I moved toward the house that haunted my dreams. The house that destroyed my childhood. The house where every bad memory I could remember came from. The house where the love of my life broke my heart. The house of The Umbrella Academy.

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The Umbrella Days
FanfictionEmily Hampton was the 16th child to be born that day in October.