Just Smile!

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Replay opened the door to his house and slumped to the hallway, distraught and tired. He walked to his room, wanting to fall asleep on his bed, cry about what had happened earlier. But he noticed Ian's bedroom door was left wide open. A bit off as to saying he never leaves it open. So Replay peeked slowly into his room. Ian was there, sitting on the bed. Replay started to continue walking but he took a second glance. He was facing away, on his bed to where Replay couldn't make eye contact with his face. What was even more off putting was that he was completely still.

 "Uh...Ian?" Replay called out. No answer.

 "IAN!" He raised his voice. No answer again. Not even his breath was hearable.

 A bit afraid, he slowly walked over to Ian and tapped his shoulder.Ian's head bobbed down.Replay, startled, didn't want to look at Ian from the front.But he had growing suspicion.He went to grab for Ian's shoulder to flip him around, but he realized his hand was shaking. And he accepted he was scared.

 Trying to get it over with, Replay touched Ian's shoulder, it was cold as ice. It sent a shiver through him but he continued as he quickly whipped Ian's ice cold body around...And let out a scream of horror. He stumbled backwards, immense fear rising so fast it made him scream a second time.

Ian's body fell backwards onto the bed. His face was mutilated, his eyes looked like he was petrified, but his mouth...It was pinned with sewing pinsinto a bloody smile. It was bleeding all around his mouth and the pins went straight through one side of his mouth, to the other. Almost if  it had just changed his mouth and left the rest of him.Replay backed up, terrified, shaking like he was in Antarctica. He fell against a wall and yelped his third scream. Barely calculating what he had just seen. Panic already covering him head to toe, he glanced beside his brothers dead body, avoiding eye contact with "it" at all costs, then barely noticed a note by Ian's side.

 D-Did...he kill himself?! He thought. He swiped the note trying to not look at Ian. He didn't recognize the handwriting but when he read what it said the handwriting wasn't valid at all. "Happiness is not a choice. Just smile!" the note read.

 "N-No...it can't be. There's no way he did this!" He shrieked.

He went to the phone to dial 911, but he stopped, then set it down. He shakily walked back over to Ian's room, took another glance, then slammed the door shut with all his might.

Silas is at Mike's house tonight, he thought, I guess I'm all alone.

He fell down onto the couch and huddled in his knees, tears starting to glaze his eyes. Thoughts flooding through his head, he wearily started to fall asleep as he was crying.