Lost Kids (a.i.)

twenty

My reflection in the dark room was not how I once saw it so many years ago.

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It wasn't long before we got to the house. The three other boys were slumped down on the front steps. Luke leaned onto Calum asleep, and Michael was scrolling through his phone. It was light out now, they had to be so tired.

"Where the hell have you been?" Michael greets us as we walk out of the cab. I follow Ashton, hiding in his shadow.

"We went to the beach to watch the sun rise." The eldest boy explains.

"Well damn, you should have told us. We are going to carnival now." Michael tells us, more as an order. He runs his fingers through his ridged hair.

"That sounds fun." I add, smiling. Calum helps Luke up and we start our journey.

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We strut into the supposed carnival. It was like we were a huge pose or something. The fedora and glasses Ashton had lent me earlier in the morning still clung to my head in disguise. The smell of cotton candy and caramel apples ran through the sit. Barely anyone was here, it was so early. I bet that by the afternoon, this place will be crawling with people.

Right as we entered the gates, one if the four boys phone went off. Ashton's answered his, showing that is was his phone that went off.

"No, you didn't wake me up." I could hear him mumble into the speaker. "Cheer up bud, I'll be home soon enough... alright, love you! Bye."

"Who was that?" I ask, seeming kind of clingy I take a step back, giving him space.

"My little brother, he had a bad dream." Bandana boy tells me, fixing his hair with his hands.

"Aww, that's so cute." I coo, recalling all the times with my brothers, to my memories. I wish I could see my brothers now, they were some of the best people I knew when I was alive.

The first attraction was a fun house. It was closet to the gate we entered in. Luke and Calum went first, followed by Ashton, then myself, and lastly Michael. Ashton kept glancing back at me, making sure I was safe and had sent suddenly disappeared.

The house started with a rolling tunnel that I had difficult getting through, as I was wearing my boots that had a slight heel. After, there were bunches of ladders and rope bridged a that crossed over to over sides. Then a shaking crate that, at first was still but scared me when suddenly jolting in movement. Lastly in the fun house was the mirrors.

When I walked in to the mirror room, I was shocked. My reflection in the dark room was not how I once saw it so many years ago. My skin looked rotten and my eyes sockets and cheeks were caved in. Everything was defined and the skin was ripping off. My fingers were just bone covered with a few scraps of dying skin clingy. It got me harder than ever, that I was actually gone. I had done something so stupid and selfish and it just made it all crumble.

Like a heart attack, I grasped my heart that no longer beat, falling to the floor in a mess. Michael immediately rushed to my side, rubbing my back. He looked very confused, and I pointed to the mirror hoping the image of my dead self would show with him too.

My death was weight on my shoulders. It wasn't just a weight, it was the weight. It measured to infinity, impossible to carry without breaking down every once in a while.

My breath hitches and tears run down my cheeks. My hands shake and I feel almost dizzy. The room was spinning and it wasn't the mirrors. The other three slip back to where I'm slumped on the floor. Luke also comes to hug me, but Ash and Cal state at the mirror in a state of shock. It looks at if the forgot how to breath, they were chocking on their words, making them unable to speak.

Finally we get out the personal hell and make it to a nearby bench to process, everything. My breathing becomes normal again and I wipe my tears away. My nose was red, Michael told me. My fingers felt numb, but they were no longer shaking.

As for the other two boys, their faces remained pale. They had seen the real me, what I should look like. I couldn't blame them, I did this to myself. I screwed it all up.

ASHTON'S POV:

Wendy was curled up in a ball in the bench, Luke rubbing her back softly. Her head in between her knees, she rocked back in forth muttering words every once in a while.

I was in shock, just like Calum, because we had seen this Wen before. The only thing was that when she looked into the mirror today, she looked even more decayed. It meant something, I knew it.

She gets up, fixing her hair and skirt she nods. She looked as though nothing ever occurred in the fun house. Skipping off, we begin to walk through the carnival again. That's until I receive another call.

"Hello?" I say into the speaker. The others were getting on a fifth ride and I motioned for them to get on with out me.

"Hi sir, are you Ashton?" A mans voice asks.

"Yes..." I drag the word, unsure who I am speaking with.

"Is there a chance you could come back to your house, it's urgent." He blankly states, no tone of excitement at all.

"Pardon, who am I speaking with?"

"John Jefferson, now are you able to come?" I gulp, hearing the finials last name. It was no coincidence that he was at the house she died at on her death date.

"I'll be there in a few." I tell him before sending a quick text telling the boys I felt "sick" and went home. This was urgent.

REVISED

{sorry this was CRAPPY, I felt like I had to update. I've been writing so many stories lately that is hard to update all of them! I have 12 stories! Plus a few they aren't yet published. I'll try to update again soon and I'm sorry this sucks. Also thanks for 1k reads!}