Control - Enoch O'Connor [SLOW UPDATES]

iv - bereavement

              III - person narrative.

FOR WEEKS,the younger children that were in Miss Peregrine's care wouldn't touch the swings,you couldn't hear their laughs like you were able to before because they didn't laugh anymore.

The older children would hardly leave their rooms,only to do chores.

Miss Peregrine stopped wearing her usual lighter blue color and now only had black clothes on and a sad expression to match. She was feeling guilty and one could see it straight away,how could someone die,in her care? How could she be so irresponsible? How can she make sure it never happens again? What did she do that was wrong?

Everyone was grieving,we had lost two people who were never coming back.

Emma locked herself in her room,only going out for a quick moment to save the squirrel,which she did crying now that Enoch had to make sure she didn't accidentally fly away. Everytime she would remember Abe used to do it and a either she would cry silently or let out a sob and big tears would form in her eyes.
The moment she walked by Victors room,she would let out a sigh and slip a tear,remembering all the times the boy tried to get her attention and was dismissed.
She thought that,maybe if she gave him at least a glance or a smile he still would be here.

Bronwyn was a mess for weeks,she wouldn't attend breakfast,which only a few did but she sadly wasn't one of them. Her brother had died and she felt as if someone had ripped a peace from her heart,making it impossible to live without it and yet she had to.
One could hear her silent cries walking by her bedroom anytime,she would try to stop,younger children would go into her room,trying to make her feel better but they always walked out looking sad or guilty that their friend was still sad despite their attempts to cheer her up.

Enoch had locked everyone out,he wouldn't talk to anyone,he wouldn't leave his room unless it was to help Emma with her chore and then he would go straight back to his room,not even looking at her.
He had lost his closest friend,sure he made a new friendship with Atena but you couldn't tell a girl everything like he would tell Victor.
He lost his companion,the person he trusted with all the stories no one else knew,the person he was close to. Now he had to accept that the said person was dead.
After five weeks of not talking to anyone,Enoch had grown to not know how he felt,he didn't know how he was supposed to feel,he was angry and confused,he was also sad and wanted to cry but that stayed in the back if his head,he was primarily angry.

Atena,like all the children,had stopped coming to breakfast,was having tears slip everytime she thought of Victor and how nice he was to her even thought they hadn't talked as much as the other have. Sure they were friends,they had their fair share of conversations and laugh but she never tried to get close to anyone besides Fiona and now she regretted it.
Atena rarely showed emotions,if she did it would be because Fiona was next to her or she was angry and taking it out on a vase close to her. This time she let out tears,not angry ones,guilty and ones. She felt guilty that she hadn't tried to befriend Victor more,that she only talked to him a four or three times in the last week and only once shared a smile with him.
Then she remembered Enoch,who was as close to the bow dead boy as Bronwyn and imagined how he must have felt,loosing his best friend.

After five weeks and a day,Atena heard a knock on her door. She didn't answer,hoping whoever wanted to talk,would change their mind and go back to their own room and misery.
A second knock was heard,a little louder than the first one,her door was being hit with more force.

I - person narrative.

I got out if my bed,already annoyed at whoever felt like sharing their feelings as if I hadn't hat my own bad ones,walking to the door and opening it with a loud, "What?".

"I need someone to talk to,you seemed like a good choice." Enoch told me,waiting for me to let him in.
I shifted a little to the side,making space for him to enter my room and closing the door behind him. Everyone was so quiet,everything was so calm but a sad calm,as if no one lived in this house anymore.

"Whats on your mind?" I asked him,taking a seat next to him on my bed. He leaned all the way down,his head on my pillow and closed his eyes.

"I just don't want to be alone right now." He said with his eyes still closed and one hand behind his head and the other one left on his chest like he was feeling to see if his heart was still beating.

A/N
A short chapter but I have to go to school so it is what it is.
9:52 am
14.nov