(Canceled) Before I Shatter (FNAF Highschool) (Book 1 of 3)

Chapter 28

===Foxy's POV===

My back presses gently, but firmly, against my mattress. It feels as though it has been ages since I slept in my bed. Since I felt my blanket wrap warmly around me. Ever since the accident things have been strangely different. I have a sister. I still haven't completely wrap my head around it. I have a sister and friends. Actual friends. Everything in my life has changed. I use to be by myself all the time. Not even my mother was around. I was alone in the world. Then Mangle came along. Then the others, and now Scarlet. How did things come to this?

"Foxy?" Scarlet's voice comes softly from behind my door following a few soft knocks. "You awake?"

"Yeah, come in." I beckon into the night as she opens the door, peeking her head inside. "What's up?"

"I, uh." She starts, a little embarrassed about what she's about to ask. "I'm still adjusting to living here... would it be alright if I stay in here? I can sleep on the floor." I'm a little surprised at her, but allow her to stay in my room for the night. She brings in a pillow and a blanket, laying them both on the floor and laying down with them.  She sighs a little before speaking again.

"Hey Foxy?"

"Yeah?"

"What was he like? Our father. I asked your mother but I want to hear it from you. If that's... okay." I'm not sure what to think. Every since I learned the truth about him, I can't think about him in the same way. He betrayed my mother. He had a child with another woman.

"I'm not sure how I feel about him... I use to look up to him. But now I'm not sure what to think of him. Before though he was a good father. He was fun, and laughed a lot. Stern when he needed to be.... I had to watch him die..." We both go silent again at the mention of the incident. Only the sounds of the crickets resonate from outside my window as the trees rustle under the breeze.

"H-how, did he... die?" She asks with hesitation in her voice. It's been years since the incident. Since that day I've become more and more desensitized to it. Everyday I become more and more numb to the whole thing.

"A car crash with a drunk driver. I was in the back seat. He was dead before the ambulance arrived." Scarlet doesn't say anything and again we slip into silence. But after a minute I can here her cry quietly.

"I wish I could have m-met him." She says, her voice a little muffled, sobbing silently.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry that you were dealt this lot in life." I say trying to comfort her. She had grow up without her father, my father. He wasn't there for her, but he was always there for me. 

"There's nothing that can be done now." She says rustling around in her covers before becoming silent and still. Her breathing slows and in no time she is asleep. I still lie awake, listening to the sounds of the creeping night. The howl of the pale moonlight making its way across my walls in a shadowy dance that mesmerizes me in its beauty. I use to live in these shadows, thrive in them. Now, hearing all that Scarlet has gone through, I think that they belong to her now.

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The sun shines through my window with a vengeance, replacing the once comforting shadows. I lift myself up in bed and stretch, letting out a loud yawn. For a moment I think I'm alone until I hear Scarlet's breathing coming from the left side of my bed. I take a peak over the side to make sure she is still asleep. Luckily she is and I'm able to get up and leave the room, heading downstairs towards the kitchen. I'm surprised by my mother who sits at the island sipping on a mug of coffee.

"Good morning." I greet her and she jumps a little at my sudden appearance.

"Jesus. I don't remember you being so silent when you were little."