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A/N: Hello guys! Quick word of warning, this story may or may not be sporadically updated (but don't let that put you off, I find inspiration at the strangest of times!) but I have a pretty good idea of how this is going to go. I have had this on my mind ever since I watched 'We need to talk about Kevin' (which I seriously recommend that you watch) and I haven't been able to let go since. Anyway, enough of my rambling and enjoy!
We need to talk about Alfred
"It was always like this. No-one really noticed, because no-one really cared. It was just me and my brother. Alfred and I. And for a while, I didn't care either. His actions were his, and mine my own. At least it felt like that. But now, well..." The figure chuckled, but it was cold and empty.
"If one stares into the abyss for too long, they'll find it staring back, eh?"
20 years previous
Moonlight shone gracefully through the slightly dusty windows and into the humble dwelling, giving at an almost other worldly feel. Gorgeous marble table tops were littered with garbage, marring its beauty. Unnatural light flickered and changed colours, bouncing off the blank walls of the living room, small sounds accompanying it. Two children of the relative same height sat in front of the television, absorbing the techni coloured wonders as they tried to block out reality.
"WELL MAYBE IF YOU WERE HERE HALF THE FUCKING TIME, YOU'D UNDERSTAND!"
Thin walls shook in fear at the fury of the mistresses voice, booming through the plaster and floorboards. A louder and deeper voice countered it.
"NOT HERE?! WELL MAYBE YOU SHOULD TRY EARNING THE INCOME FOR A WHOLE FUCKING FAMILY!"
Matthew visibly flinched at hearing his fathers response, close to tears as the television show wasn't enough to soothe his nerves or distract his frazzled mind. Seeing this, Alfred wrapped his arm around Matthew in an attempt to comfort him, or at least make him feel safe. Snuggling into the warmth, the older of the two soon fell asleep into dreamland, the weight of reality falling off his shoulders.
"We'll get outta this hell hole Mattie," Alfred whispered, the moonlight giving the blue of his eyes a searing edge as he glared at the cold, blank walls of their 'home', "I'll make sure of it."
