Number Four held his breathe as he heard someone walk in the room, he stayed quiet in the closet. The footprints didn't stop, meaning someone was definitely looking for something and four could tell that something was him.
"Four." The whisper sounded like six and if he wasn't too afraid of being wrong and losing his disguise he would've answered his brother. Six wouldn't be too much of a risk for his hiding.
"Four." It was louder and more angry but still a soft voice of a child, probably One but no doubtedly could be the brother who's closet he was hiding in. After he heard harsh movements and things being thrown he heard a sudden slam of the door.
"Nothing, Nothing's in there."
Four kept his breathing quiet as he turned the flashlight back on. He made sure whenever he had to turn it off he still has some kind of light, he hated the dark. Which is why he was hiding in the first place. His dad was gonna make him go back in the dark, cold, lonely, scary room. He hated it, so so much. He would see horrific faces mutilated, burned, scarred, torn and surely anything else that could happen to a human body.
He stayed quiet for a while, moving to keep his blood flowing and not continuously having his feet and arms sleep. Though soon enough he was sleeping. Dosing off into a nice colorful place, or that would have been normal for a eight year old boy. He thrashed around in his sleep as he whispered cries of no and stop.
July 24th,1998
The Academy;Two's Room, 1:34 am
Two woke up to quiet noises and whispers, spooked he looked over to where he heard them. His closet? Being completely honest with all the fighting lessons and practice with weaponry you'd think the kid wouldn't be scared, you'd be wrong. He grabbed one of the knives his dad gave him for practice and held it close to him protectively.
He slid open the door and almost threw the knife before making out the familiar shape of Four, the flashlight helping him make his conclusion. He picked up the bright light before whispering a angry ,'really', he had thought One and Six had checked his room but obviously not. He wanted to just go tell Mom so he could go back to sleep but he felt guilt weld up inside him when he thought about that.
"Four, F...Four wake up!" Two whispered harshly before pushing on Four to wake him up.
Four looked up at Two and almost thought about running, surely Two wouldn't care to much to chase after him and find him but Two would also give up his hiding spot and he'd have to find a new one and that would be horrible. Four moved back the flashlight so it shinned over the most amount of room.
"Why are you hiding? What from?" Two asked, concern and annoyance obvious in his tone.
"Dad, and them." Four mumbled.
Two tried to recall if Four had gotten into any recent fights with, Pogo, Mom, or the other kids. Two not remembering any off the top of his head he questioned Four.
"And th-them?"
"The ghosts. Y'know the ones I see when dad locks me up, it scared me and-" He throat started to sting and he felt his face get warmer and he thought of the faces, all those faces. He tried to continue but as he started his eyes flooded. He held one hand over his mouth to silence his heavy breathing and the other to wipe away the tears coming from his eyes.
Two, surprised but the sudden mood didn't know exactly how to react but he slid closer and put his hand on his brother before Four practically tackled him and sobbed into Two's pajama shirt. It felt kinda nice to help Four but he wasn't sure how it was going to go over tomorrow but he ignored his worried thoughts and hugged his crying brother. He said a lot of shushes and it's okay just like mom had done to him when he cried. He continued when it seemed it had actually began working. Four started to let go of him and put his legs up to his chest.
"I'm sorry." Four whispered.
"It's fine." Two said and he thought of asking about the faces but decided Four didn't need to tell him.
"Can I stay?"
"In my closet, sure but how will you eat?" Two questioned.
"Could you..."
Two looked at Four as he seemed to be weighing options.
"Bring it to me?"
"B-but if they saw me I would get in trouble, I don't want to get in t-trouble." Two mumbled.
"Please!" Four encouraged and begged, giving Two the best puppies eyes he could.
"Just don't wake me anymore. I'm going to sleep and don't touch my stuff, you already stole my toy." Two warned as he got up and headed towards his bed.
Four smiled as he looked at his brother and grabbed the flashlight and went back to the closet, "It was Five's toy." He replied before shutting the door.