Afton Family Scenarios

Acceptance

Days passed as they turned into months. Time blending together as everyday was exactly like the next. Nothing was new, not anymore. Everything was the same but so different at the same time.

Going to therapy was helpful, William often times bringing Michael with him. Things were calm until the most recent death, emotions which were stowed away becoming active again. It was hard, trying to stay in a world where everyone you loved had died.

Nights were particularly hard. Being alone in a dark room left to many opportunities open, none of which were in a positive way. Sleeping alone was unfamiliar, the extra warmth gone.

Most nights, William would lay in bed before becoming restless. He would get up and sit outside, however, it had recently become too cold. Things seemed to get better as time passed, though, they were still messy.

He was never good with feelings. It didn't make it any easier that once he finally felt personally stable, things came crashing down. Not only was he alone, but he was left with nearly nothing.

It was hard to get out of the house, for both him and Michael. Strangely enough, everything eventually calmed down, all emotions becoming repressed. It was just them in the house, all joy being sucked out, leaving a seemingly lifeless shell.

It was particularly early, too early for the sun to be up, anyways. William had woken up, the chill of the air coming through the barely opened window. He stood up, stretched, then continued on to close said window. Word of Christmas had started early, as it usually did. The thought of the holiday brought him back into the reality he tried so hard to ignore.

Brushing it off, he laid back down, trying to fall back asleep. With that proving to be unsuccessful, he stood up again and quietly went down the stairs. Turning the corner, he noticed the kitchen light was on. Confused, he entered the kitchen.

His mother stood there, casually searching through the cabinets. William stared at her, completely silent. She glanced over her shoulder suspiciously before fully turning around.

"Why are you up so early?" Violet asked with a sarcastic tone. He didn't respond. Instead, he went behind her and closed all the doors she had opened, "Where are your knives?"

"Does it matter?"

"I bet your boyfriend took them so you wouldn't hurt yourself." She said with a smirk, causing William to roll his eyes.

"I don't have a boyfriend. I'm not gay."

"Whatever you say," Her tone was condescending and cold, one usually not associated with a mother, "I'll see myself out, I guess."

She swiftly walked past him, heading for the front door. The satisfied smirk plastered on her face raised suspicion within William.

"Why were you here in the first place?"

"Nothing you need to be concerned with."

"It's my house. Why do you feel the need to break in?" Violet turned around and looked at him, sighing.

"To put it simply, I'm worried."

"You had years to worry. Right now, you're out of line."

"Will you call the police?"

"I had other plans, but I suppose that works too." He bluntly stated, waving her off.

"Are you threatening me now?"

"Do you want to find out?" The glint of anger in his eyes made her realize he was serious. Slightly scared, Violet turned around and exited the house, figuring her life was more important than snooping around.