One rose from his bed, seemingly floating through the mundane tasks of that morning. Eat breakfast, collect his finished reports, water the potted plant, dress in the suit imprinted with his initials 'L. Hargreeves', take out the rubbish and watch as the sun came over the moon, igniting the surface in its eerie glow. Just another day in outer space.
Two crept through the house, watching the assailants' movements like a hawk. He could hear them ordering the family to show them where their valuables were and the family begging for their lives. Two waited till the family, held hostage in their own home, were gathered together before he struck, daggers in hand. The assailants dropped like flies, their bodies broken and beaten to the floor. His blood rang with sweet adrenaline, boy did he love this.
Three walked down the red carpet, garbed in a beautiful red velvet dress. The sweetheart neckline dipped low, showing cleavage that paired well with the diamond jewellery she wore. Her curls were piled high and the train on the dress trailed behind her giving the image of the sophisticated beauty she always dreamed to be. The cameras flashed constantly as the paparazzi crowed their compliments at her. This is where she truly belonged; centre stage, basking in the lime light.
Four leapt from his bed, clothed in nothing but a fur coat, loose shirt and tight pants, a heavy sigh on his lips as he exited the jaundice coloured room. Collecting his things from the tired receptionist and a shiny gold coined engraved with the number 30 on it. It didn't take long for him to exchange the familiar walls of the rehab centre for wailing sirens and oxygen masks of the ambulance, the evidence from his latest episode clutched firmly in his right hand.
Seven clutched the violin like a lover would their partner. The music resonated throughout the empty theatre, bringing her both peace and loneliness. As the music drew to a close the raging of her thoughts that had been kept at bay by the music, came rushing back. The spotlights slowly clicked off one by one, leaving her in total darkness.
A family so dysfunctional as this, it's really no wonder they didn't know. No word from their Mother, and to hear about it on the news? I suppose it's true what they say, "We only see each other at weddings and funerals"