A few days...
A few weeks...
I think a few weeks had past but it's difficult for me to be able to tell anymore...
Since the incident of Liz dying thanks to me and Evan dying by my hands too. Why do I deserve to be here for.
Little did I know that my pain was far from being over...
Mother and father...
They should be the ones in children's like to look after and shelter their children from all the bad things off the world. Since Liz had passed a few weeks ago mother and father had been fighting a lot.
But today their fight just happened to be worse than usual.
I can hear screams and these haven't stopped. I get I deserve this but Michael doesn't.
I hear a door slam and me and Michael look up at each other as we cradled each other. I rushed my body up and forward and towards the sound of the slam of the door. By the time I had rushed to the front door I saw mother driving fast away, flipping the house off from in the car... but I was worried since she just happened to drive away in a storm.
Because of her departure for the evening, or however long she'll be driving for me and Michael will have to fend for ourselves from father.
I rushed through the house ignoring the screams of my name from my father and licked my bedroom door with Michael next to me. We ended up falling asleep together in each other's arms. He fell asleep first, snoring softly as I am big spooning him.
Waking up next to a drooling Michael, I realise it's first thing on a Saturday morning, I got up ticking Michael back under my covers and walk over to my bedroom door in my pjs. I unlock the door after the long lasting events of last night, making sure nobody was there waiting for me, aka father. Nosing to myself realising the cost was clear, I wondered out of my room, hearing Michael waking up with a groan from my bed, hearing this I giggle slightly but head over to the kitchen. I turn on the kettle to make a cup of coffee for myself and father. I grab two soft pieces of fresh bread and pop it inside of the toaster, putting it on level 3 toasting. Whilst waiting for this I grab a plate putting it on to the side quietly, I walk over to the fridge and look for the butter. After finding it I grab it and open the cutlery draw, and grab a butter knife for my toast. As if right on cue the toast pops up a perfect golden brown, I grab the slices of toast and butter them, grabbing the plate with my toast and coffee for myself into the lounge for the morning news. I had decided to watch the news while eating breakfast, and I begin to flip between different news channels until it is the community news channel and I leave it on there.
At this point Michael walks in with father in the kitchen doing some toast and the news begin to catch my eyes again.
Watching the channel I see it says that a woman last night had been discovered to have driven off a cliff in the storm last night while speeding slightly.
Poor woman. I give my condolences to her family.
The channel said they had just recently identified the body. They then put a photo of mom...
Mother...
Pure horror and dread begin to fill onto my face as I begin to pale from shock as tears begin to fill my eyes. Having enough of my internal screams I let out a scream filled with my pain, looking over at Michael he had just fallen onto his knees, tears spilling out of his eyes.
At our screams and cries father comes running in with a bat on his hand, and a piece of jam on toast in his hand. Looking up at the news his face I notice that father just stands there with a scowl. From what I can tell father just seems to have frozen from sick and anger as a scowl just sits on his face. With this I see that his hands drop the bat from his hands and form into fists and his hands begin shaking from what I assume is pure anger and shock. I feel for him as his kids and wife have just died in close timing wit he each other.
TIMESKIP**
Father had told us it was time to go to Mothers and Liz's funerals as Evan had already had a funeral before Liz passed on. Getting my best simple black dress I slipped it on and brushed my hair so the knots had eventually disappears and had become silky smooth. Driving in silence, we had arrived to their funerals and all of us couldn't take it anymore and had broken down. Placing flowers on both of their graves we had left our final words, in which I promised to visit every 2 weeks.
From Mother's funeral onwards father had officially become a worse drunk than he was before. Admiringly he had been spending longer times at his work drowning out his troubles with alcoholic and work. Through his actions he has been acting a lot more suspicious then he had before and become more... only what I could describe as psychotic. He admittedly had become more mentally abusive with a lot more physical sides of this. We say something wrong. Slap.
It was currently at 2 in the morning and I hear some weird noises from coming downstairs I sneak my way downstairs careful not to wake Michael up, as I pass by his room missing the creaks. And finally I get downstairs, to investigate the noise, which resulted me in hiding behind the couch. Peaking over the couch I watch with fear ridden widened eyes, as my dad has purple eyes...
And his attire was covered in blood, what has he done. He's holding a long kitchen knife in his hand and I hear the taps running in the kitchen, probably cleaning off the knife. This view sends pure chills down my spine... why should I, a mere 15 year old have to endure this pain...this terrifies me. He terrifies me.
After he had gone to bed I had quietly but quickly ran over to mikes room and woke him up. I ended up explaining everything I witnessed, in which resulted in him admiring he saw the weird behaviour too.
After calming down a few months had ended up passing by, and father had now told us he was going out with a guilty ridden look on his face, we nodded to this and looked at each other with the same suspicious look.
We ended up deciding to follow him to the pizzeria, as a result of his suspicious actions. We open the door and start whispering 'dad' a few times over. It suddenly went quiet. Subconsciously I had gripped onto Michael's hand and through hearing an ear piercing scream which sounded like they were in pain I ended up squeezing him harder. But we recognised the scream...
We look at each other thinking the same thing.
...Father...
Even with everything he's done, I still despise him but apart from smiley, he's the only family I have... He's my father. My flesh and blood...
We begin quickly sprinting and ended up going to the direction of the back room. Just as I had reached out and opened up the door to carry on hearing my fathers screams, it all goes black... I only remember being dragged out of the way of the back room with Mike being behind me, too unconscious.
I begin to groan looking around at my surroundings, with my vision clearing, I see I am in my room. I quickly sit up remembering last night he events and quickly rush to find Mike, who is still unconscious in his room. I rush over to him and shake him, which eventually wakes him up. I hear him groan and I sigh in relief. After 5 minutes he's able to stand up without falling over.
I usher him to our parents room to find dad, hoping that the screams didn't belong to him.
We opened the door to find the room empty, but ok the bed lied an envelope. I walked over to the bed and grappled the piece of paper, which was titled 'Dear Y/n Afton and Michael Afton. The Afton twins'
It took us about 2 minutes to read the letter... wow. Our father is dead. What a surprise. He has asked us to do something for him. Final wishes you can call it. He wishes for us to fix his mistakes...
TIMESKIP 3 years
Today marks the 3 year date since our fathers death. And Mike and I had just turned 19 years old this year.
We had dedicated 3 years of our lives to our fathers wishes. In this time we have been under the direct care of Henry Emily or Uncle Henry. The man who I would consider my father if he wasn't my Uncle. Anyway, we only have 1 request left to do on our fathers list.
We were at my personal Nightmare...
Sister Location. I had made a pact to myself to avoid this place after the events that had taken place here. My death and my little sisters, not to mention Ballora reminds me of mom too much by her dancing...
Me and Mike did the first 4 nights together and it was creepy.!
He was called 'eggs Benedict' while I was called 'Crispy Bacon' which I thought was amusing unlike Michael.
But I had made the split most decision to not go to night 5. I wanted to take this opportunity to take some time for myself... I did bring it up the other day although he didn't take me seriously I don't think, or he wasn't listening to me. Typical men.
But cause I'm a great twin I had decided to leave a note behind for him.
This is what it says:
Dear Michael,
It's me, your twin sister, y/n. I'm apologising for not coming with you o Night 5 but I need a break, I need to escape the nightmares that haunt me in this place. Since we started my mental health is declining once again and I need to get a break. I hope you can forgive me. I'm not leaving forever and I will come back for you, it may take a while if I'm being honest. A month or two at most though. Please, don't blame yourself for my sudden leave, I did try and warn you but I don't think you were listening. We have both been by each other's side since the beginning of our lives, and I'm so lucky to have you and so grateful for everything you have done for me and our family. Honestly though, you are the only one I trust, apart from the group. I'll always have my LolBit mask in my possession, which has my name on the inside just like yours, so you will know it's me. In the box underneath this letter is a necklace that I had custom made a while ago, I have a matching one too! God this is so hard, I'm actually crying right now. I love you so much brother. I won't die but if I did I have a feeling that you'd know. See you soon twin brother.
Lots of love, Y/n xxx
(Y/n and Michael both have a silver heart necklace with the initials M +Y/I and the inside the locket is a photo of the twins together)
Y/I= Your Inital
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Edited: 27th July 2022