IT Fanfic/Imagine!!

Prolouge

...8 years ago...

2:30pm
Avery slept soundly, his small fingertips curling into his thumb. He rolled onto his stomach, his back rising, relaxed. What happened next had almost seemed unimaginable.

His five-year old brother had walked in, holding onto a pillow. Avery turned his head for a second to face him but his sight had instantly been blocked. The massive pillow pushed Avery down onto the couch, making him squirm, uncontrollably. Avery cried loudly, making Patrick push down harder. He seemed to have murmured, "Shut up, Tattletale... Shut up, Tattletale..." until suddenly their mom has burst into the room.

"Patrick!" She pulled the five-year old off the crying infant, who was wheezing for air. She hugged Patrick and rubbed his back, cooing his name into his ear. Patrick melted into her touch, happy to know that he did still matter to her. He felt his mothers heartbeat, laid his head on her shoulder, and shut his eyes calmly. However, that moment didn't last long. She set him down to the side, picking up Avery and rocked him back-and-forth. Patrick watched jealously as his little brother once again stole the attention from his mother.

5:00pm
Patrick watched the clock, then back at the tv; dinner was late again. His mom has been feeding and playing with Avery, his dad had been working, and Patrick had been left alone. Again. Television was getting boring. He stared blankly at the screen, as characters bounced around.

Hearing Avery laugh from the room next door, Patrick clutched onto the remote control. He started gritting his teeth, breathing heavily and quickly...Kill... Patrick's heart was racing and he planned another way to kill his little brother. He wanted to be acknowledged by his parents again. He wasn't going to be sent away or put in a corner any longer...Kill... The three year old raced to the kitchen and searched every drawer and cabinet for a knife...Kill-

"Son,"

Patrick quickly looked up to see his dad, warn out and exhausted. "What are you doing?" Patrick quickly tried to make an excuse, something that would justify his actions. His dad didn't seem to mind as he simply kneeled down and forced a smile.

"You better clean up the mess you've made upstairs, alright?"

With that, Patrick was sent upstairs. He went into Avery's room and noticed his muddy shoe-prints on the carpet. They knew. They both knew what exactly Patrick was trying to do. They didn't punish him though, afraid of what would happen to them. Patrick tried his best to clean the mud off of the carpet on his own.