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The third born was Marnie Silvius. Her appearance had caused some past tension in the family. Eyes were as green as emeralds and hair soft as silk. Her ash blonde straight hair drew in suspicions and tainted the Silvius name. Her parents would argue and believed she was a switched child. Soon it was revealed to be a passed down trait from her father's family. Marnie was interested in anything her siblings were interested in. She followed after her mother and would mirror her siblings actions. Marnie was considered to be mute and stayed silent since birth. She hadn't cried and was rather expressionless. She still feels emotions but sees it as a waste to portray her feelings. She believed anyone could understand her emotions by simply looking at her.

Christopher Silvius, the fourth born of the family. Christopher had a tiny frame and resembled both of his parents. His hair a dark shade of brown that rivaled his sister's. Eyes that was a mixture of both blue and green. His skin so pale it angered the women who followed society's warped vision of beauty. He was a mature young boy and was in his early teens. Christopher wanted to be a librarian. This was because of his hobby. He always had a book on his lap and would use his spare time to read. Any kind of book genre was interesting for him. Mystery was his true love and Romance was alright. Though people often guessed he was smart because of this. He criticized them and often said he likes stories, 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚎𝚡𝚝𝚋𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚜.

The last child was Charlotte. The youngest of the five children and came a bit late. Her hair was a strawberry blonde. Eyes green like her father and skin had a slight difference in tone. She was tinier and was interested in toys rather than her studies. Life was simple and easy at her age. She was obedient and was labeled the snitch. She has favorites and isn't afraid to speak her mind. She can be spoiled but is often scolded by her siblings. Her favorite room was the nursery and was constantly playing with her siblings outside in the garden. Though she was young. She still managed to fit in with her siblings without being labeled the baby.

The Silvius was a peculiar type of family. Seemingly isolated and had little to no contact with the outside world. It was as if they wer-

Good-day ladies and gentlemen. I am your narrator. Or at least some sort of narrator. Now, let's continue the story. Let's look at The Accident. It's rather interesting compared to learning about our family name. I'm Christopher Silvius and this is, The Beginning of The End.

The day starting like every other morning. Dew scattered around the lawn and the cool morning air hitting my exposed skin. The warmth of the bedsheets was entrancing. The sound of footsteps hitting against the wood flooring had caused me to close my eyes shut. "Christopher, wake up," she yelled. I ignored her whining and buried myself deep in the covers. "Mother, told us to clean," she huffed. Her tolerance wavering as I felt small hands grip onto the flower engraved bedsheets. "Stop sleeping," she said annoyed. I stuck out my foot from the covers and attempted to push her with it. "See you're awake!" She whined. Laying there in defeat I roll over onto my back. The ceiling looking much more interesting than the child beside me. "I'm up, Charlotte," my voice sounding unusually low. Her giggles of victory sounding like white noise as I sit up. Stretching my arms and back as I jump in fear. "Oh Marnie, I didn't know you were here," I said breathlessly. She stared at me blankly and looked down at Charlotte. Now pointing at the door and soon after walking out of the bedroom. "We'll be outside," Charlotte grumbled lowly. Her hair bouncing as she skipped towards the door. I rubbed my eyes and stared blankly at her. "Mother, is going to be furious once she finds out you slept in," she said sweetly. Her words holding some toxicity and dripped with malicious intent. "Well she won't know, unless someone were to tell her," I replied tiredly. My own words sounding like a threat of some sort. She quickly looked left to right and stuck out her tongue. My face scrunching up as she runs away. The sound of birds chirping and laughter coming from the window. I scooted towards the edge and place my foot down gently. The cool floor making me satisfied as I walk towards the dresser. My hands feeling the smooth wood as I pull it open. The smell of wood making me sigh as I look at my clothes. All of them looking appropriate for a young boy. I grabbed my dress shirt and vest. Now opening the drawer as I grab a pair of shorts and stockings.