AN: This is my first story. Constructive criticism is requested. Please enjoy.
Chapter 1
The house was empty when he awoke. He still clutched the picture which shared his face and that of the deceased. His face was still wet from the tears that drenched it the day before. He couldn't remember much from the day before except for the rain. He also remembered how many people had come to the funeral. So many that if Finn had tried to count he would have been overwhelmed. If his brother was still alive he would be able to count them.
His eyes started to water again which he tried to hide even though there was no one in the in the shared bedroom but himself. He slowly reached for the box of tissues BMO brought him, but noticed it was both empty and on the floor. He wanted to get up from the bed and stand underneath the warmth of the water, but he found it impossible to will his arms and legs to move. So all he did was clutch the photo and sob softly. He slowly started to dwell on the idea that maybe the sweet kiss of a steel blade would ease the pain.
Slowly Finn put his arms underneath himself and pushed up on his bed enough to sit up with his legs over the side of the bed. He sat there for what felt like a thousand years. When the strength finally came he stood up and hobbled to the ladder and slowly descended the rungs. When he felt the floor he stepped into the kitchen as quiet as possible trying not to wake BMO. He started to rummage through the drawers and cupboards looking for the hypothesized ailment. When his search turned up negative he tried to think of where BMO kept the knives but had no clue. His attention was suddenly drawn away when he heard the sound of BMO's screen hiss and flash on. Finn tried to make a dash for the bedroom but had little luck. The little game caught him.
"Good morning Finn. Would you like some pancakes for breakfast?"
Finn slowly sunk into a heap on the floor and sobbed. BMO didn't know how to help his friend and remembered bacon pancakes were Finn and Jakes favorite breakfast. So he went to Finn's side and rubbed his back. Slowly Finn pulled himself together and stood pushing away BMO's attempt at comfort.
"Finn...are you okay?" said the little video game.
"I'm f-fine BMO. I j-just wanna b-be alone" he said coldly climbing the ladder.
BMO only stared at Finn while he ascended into his room.
AN: I'll update again tomorrow. Please review.
