It 'past' my mind

HUNG up, SHOT down- Part 5

Thank fuck-

Sorry, I'm just relieved that I've finally made it to the end :)

Anyway, part 5 out now!!

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Andrew was sick of it.

He had to deal with the fact that Noah Helquist, his father, had been shot. Jessica Helquist, his mother, hung herself. Austin Helquist, his first brother, jumped off a roof. Stephanie Helquist, his sister, had stabbed herself. He saw 75% of those deaths, the other 25% being his father.

Andrew's least favourite sibling, Foz Helquist, was still alive.

Andrew hated him since the day he was born.

Foz was always smarter than him, despite him being older. Foz got a lot of attention, while Andrew remained unnoticed. But what the adult Male didn't know, was Foz hated the attention he received. Foz always felt bad for his older siblings because he was smarter than them. They always neglected the young child because he was smart. They all hated him. But none nearly as much as Andrew. Before Foz, Andrew was the smart one. He was always getting the attention he apparently deserved. But once Foz came into the world, that was it for Andrew. He wasn't the genius of the family anymore.

Andrew looked at his bedroom clock, watching the time tick by. Seconds, minutes, hours. All thinking about his least favourite sibling still being alive.

'I hate Foz,' he thought to himself. 'Why doesn't he go and-'

"Andrew?"

It was Foz (A/N: obviously). He had been worried for his older brother, sat in his room for who knows how long.

"What Foz?" Andrew asked.

"Are you okay?"

"I'm fine.."

That's when Andrew decided.

"I'm going out."

"O-ok..." Foz said.

Click

"Don't die too, okay?"

*time skip-

Layla (you remember her ya?): DONT STEAL MY MONOPOLY!!!!!!

Jessie (me): LAYLA IM TRYING TO DO SOMETHING HERE-

*bleeeeeeep :)*

Andrew was walking down Brighton, it sure was busy. It was a Saturday afternoon, during summer holidays. 'Foz started school in a week,' Andrew thought. 'Not like he needs school. Why is he so smart? Why did HE have to take the spotlight? Why couldn't HE have died instead- WHOA!!' Andrew interrupted his own thoughts while he stopped walking. 'Too far Andrew, too far. Not cool man.' He thought to himself, as he continued his journey through the busy Brighton streets full of children and their parents. 'Lucky kids..' he thought. He hadn't realised he was going along a road until he looked back, saw a giant rust bucket heading towards him and-

CRASH! (A/N: well shit ok then)

"OH MY GOD!!" Andrew heard from a girl with a heavy Spanish accent.

"CALL AN AMBULANCE!" Yelled a British boy.

"WHAT HAPPENED?!" A Chinese-American voice questioned. (Yeah you know don't ya?)

Familiar sounding sirens filled his ears once more before blacking out.

"Ma'am, where are we going?" Foz asked a nurse taking him to room 740 (random number ok)

"We're going to see your brother." The Nurse (Mrs. Blinton) responded.

"Andrew?" Foz asked curiously.

"Yes, he was unfortunately hit with a flying object. We aren't sure what it was. It was a hit and run as far as we are aware."

"O-oh.." Foz seemed disappointed. He walked in, seeing a unicorn, a Spanish looking girl, and two boys, one British, the other mixed. Mixed what, the young boy didn't know. However, Foz must had gotten something wrong in what he heard, because:

"You."

"H-huh?" The unicorn seemed oddly confused.

"You did this, didn't you?" The young boy asked the elders.

"What?! No, we wouldn't-" the Spanish girl said to the blonde genius.

"I'm leaving. I'm not staying here with a bunch of sickos who killed my brother. The only one left alive out of my parents and siblings."

"W-Wait, kid!" The mixed boy ran after the younger.