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The Seven Deadly Simpson Brothers

Chapter 12 ~ Faint

Walter was on the floor kneeling with his back to me, head down looking at his lap. It had been hours since I'd last seen him, and I wondered if he was still angry. 

"You're supposed to knock before you enter," he said venomously not bothering to turn around. 

I guess that was a yes then. After all he'd never talked to me like that before, a big change to how he was like with me only this morning.

"Sorry," I said standing by the door and not daring to come in any further. 

Walter stiffened then turned around to face me, confusion on his face. "Coral? What are you doing here?"

"Looking for you." I answered, a little confused myself. I thought he was mad. 

"I thought you were one of my brothers. I didn't mean to be rude," he was looking down again at his lap again, and it was now that I saw he was holding a knife. 

My eyes widened at the sight of the evil smile of gleaming metal. The handle looked heavy, deathly. It wasn't exactly your average penknife. 

"W-what are you doing w-with that?" I stammered.

Walter dropped the knife on the carpet, and stood up to face me. The top of my head only came up to his shoulder and I was feeling intimidated even though he probably wasn't intending to be like that.

How long had he been playing with that thing? Hours? Or minutes?

"Coral?" he was concerned, I could tell. "I wasn't doing anything, okay? Just holding it."

He reached out to touch me, but I flinched. I was suddenly feeling very dizzy. Walter wasn't safe, what had I been thinking? 

I started backing out of the door, Walter was moving towards me. Worry still etched on his face. I was so cold, damn stream. Damn triplets. 

"Coral stop be careful," Walter voice sounded so far away even though he was only a metre away. I was still backing away from him, faster. I needed to get away.

My back slammed into something. Someone. I looked up into Eli's cut up face, it was the last thing I did before everything dissolved into blackness.


I woke up. The ceiling wasn't mine. Where was I? I sat up. The room was very unfamiliar, green walls, wooden floorboards. Where was Walter? And the knife? To be honest it felt like it was a dream, that it never happened. 

"Coral, you're back!" I heard Hayley. I hadn't even noticed that she was sitting on a chair by the edge of the bed. (It too was dark green.) 

I grunted, my head was pounding.

"You've been out for an hour by the way," she informed me. 

When did it get so dark? And where the hell were my clothes!?

I was dressed in a plain dark blue top, and huge pyjama bottoms. They belonged to someone much bigger than me.

Hayley laughed reading my expression, "Same here! Walter offered us some clothes after we got wet in the stream earlier. He's actually really nice. And don't worry, I got you changed! Not them."

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