Delinquents | bk.

[56]: The Night Of

I woke up to something you'd normally only hear about in horror movies or stories.

I wished it was just a movie.

But it was a painstakingly real verity, when I sat up in bed with muffled screams filling my head.

Taking a quick glance at the alarm clock on my bedside table, I read that I had only been sleeping for about an hour. Considering the fact that I went to sleep at 6:30, and my parents normally arrive home at 8PM, it was morosely obvious that my parents might have had something to do with the screams.

My inquisition—mixed with ware and worry—got the better of me, when I vaulted myself out of bed and crept to the door.

My room was at the very end of the hall.

This meant that I had to creep past all three of my siblings' rooms, before making it to the main room, lounge/kitchen area where the sound seemed to have come from.

I was sleepy, but the adrenaline that came with the unknowing, and the whole scary situation, was definitely enough to overpower the tiredness.

I slowly tippy-toed through the halls until I saw my sister's bedroom door creep open too.

I wondered to it, peering my head inside.

Her name was Hanon. Her quirk was pretty dark an ominous, but I never heard much from her. I don't know what I did to make her resent me, or maybe it was just my father ordering her to stay out of my way.

Whatever it was—it was stupid and ruined my potentially beautiful relationship with my own sister.

She quickly cowered away the second she saw my inquisitive face, and ducked back into her bedroom. She prevailed and remained so scared of me.

I heard a click behind me which suggested that my second sister did the same.

Her name was Shimi, and her quirk was weak and relatively useless. Still, I found beauty in it when she used to show me tricks before my own quirk came.

Then mine did and they all alienated me.

What a tragic story...

I tried not to take it too personally, and turned to continue making my way towards the commotion.

I heard a quiet voice whisper to me, from my right.

"Y/N, go back to your room."

I turn to him. He was also shielding himself in his doorway, but it wasn't from me, because him and I managed to keep some sort of bond through the walls my father built up in our family.

"Tamuki. Did you hear that?"

"Yes. Just go back to your room," he stepped out of his door and grabbed my shoulder gently. "You don't have to see that. It's okay, you'll be fine if you go back to your room."

"I want to see," I whisper back, "What if someone is in trouble?"

"It's just dad and his raging. Don't worry. Please go back to your room, for me."

I shook my head, "I need to help."

He understood. He wanted to be a hero, too.

"Okay," he took my hand, "Let's go."

I smiled, happy to have a big brother's backup on something like this. I wouldn't admit it to anyone, but I was scared. Terrified, actually.