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Erm......I'm sorry to say this to you all but, I think you should get your tissues before you read this chapter; yep, it's that sad. Be prepared! Why do I make Alvin go through so much pain?

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Just when I started to care

You left me

All alone

With no shoulder to cry on

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Alvin raced down the street as fast as his feet could carry him. He pushed through the many people on the streets, bashing into their shoulder blades and ignored the bursts of insults and anger that was cast towards him "Watch where you're going, you stupid chipmunk!" But Alvin paid no attention to this and nor did he care that much; he had to make it back to an old house that looked a lot like the house he used to live in when he was a kid; a white panelled house, with a shiny red rooftop and a freshly cut, clean open lawn laid out in front of this house. A house that used to be filled with such laughter and happiness form a small family of three chipmunk brothers and their human father. A house that felt warm and cosy, a place that Alvin longed to go back to, but knew, deep down, that this could never be. A place he, Alvin, use to be able to call "Home"......

But that was now different. The house was not Alvin's "Home", not even by a long shot. Alvin was always happy and proud to call such a house his home, when people asked who's marvellous and well kept house it was belonged to. But now, when Alvin looks at the house, he doesn't see his home anymore; he sees nothing. A house with no happiness, no warmth, no laughter, nothing what so ever. No emotions were conveyed in this house, and Alvin doubted it would ever.

Alvin came to complete stop on the sidewalk. He then looked to his right and saw the house that had filled his mind just moments ago. The house that he didn't see as his home anymore. Alvin was at his set destination, the white panelled house with a red rooftop....

But now, as Alvin looked upon this rackety and unkempt house, Alvin didn't see the brilliance it once behold. He didn't see the shiny red rooftop anymore; he saw a red rooftop that was literally falling to pieces, covered in grime and dirt. The once clean white panelled that covered the walls of the house where no covered in dirt and were falling all around him. The once freshly cut lawn with clean grass was now replaced with what almost resembled a swamp. The grass was so tall now it was hard to tell if it was grass at all and could have been mistaken for a new kind of plant. Mud was oozing in one area of the lawn, making "Blurp" and "Pop" noises ever so often, creating a foul odour that would drive any person with a good brain, away. This was not Alvin's "Home", not anymore. It was a house filled with nothingness...and that's all it ever will contain, for now.

But as Alvin walked up the cracking footpath that lead to the front door of the house, Alvin was sure the house looked more dirty, griming, horrible and damaged than he last remembered it. Alvin just reckoned it was just his eyes playing tricks on him.

And so, Alvin stopped. He looked up at the house with remorse and, maybe a tingle of fear. Oh how he remembered his last visit here. How cold and empty it was. How unfamiliar and alien it felt to Alvin. How he wanted nothing more than to die there and then in that house. Alvin wasn't sure if he could duel anymore pain.

But despite this knowledge that dwelled over his mind, Alvin stood up straight and erect, took his final steps to the front door of the house, and knocked three times on the door. He came here for answers, and he wasn't going to leave until he had them.

The door opened slowly by itself, with a loud creek.....

Darkness greeted him with a wisp of cold air; Alvin gulped, a tear left his eye; this used to be his home? But it wasn't, not now, anyway. And so, Alvin stepped in and returned his greeting towards the darkness......He stepped in for answers from two crazy squirrels.

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Darkness.....stillness...nothingness..

Alvin was covered in complete darkness. He saw nothing, heard nothing and did nothing. His heart was beating rapidly behind his ribcage, sweat ran down his back, his body; shivering with the unloving air he felt crawl on his skin; he didn't like this, not at all.

Alvin didn't know what was going on, why he had come here in the first place! He must had been crazy to have think of such an idea! Return to the house! Did he not remember what had happened when he last visited this place that was his home.........NO!!!! This "place", this "house"....this "thing" is not his home! It is nothing like Alvin's home: it didn't have the same warmth that welcomed you with open and loving arms, it did not process the happiness that filled the air! Where was the colors of the rooms! Huh!? Where was the happiness that Alvin wanted to feel, the many emotions that made Alvin love this place so much! Where was the high pitched laughter that filled the air, the laughter that Alvin so longed to hear and indulge himself, in!? Where had it all gone! And where were the people he loved and who loved him b-

Alvin stopped through mid-thought. His last statement was not true. No one returned Alvin's love....no one came to visit him at the hospital, no one sat next to him at the hospital bed while he was in a coma for ten years. No one left him a message of love or even a card...nothing from not a person. He was all alone now, no one was there, no one was here, no one was in his heart, no one. His kind and thoughtful brother, Theodore, was not there to bake him cookies when he felt bad and give many hugs when he depressed – Theodore's unhappy and upset face flashed in Alvin's mental eye – His almost identical brother Si- Alvin still couldn't say that word, that name that meant so much to him – he choked on his hesitance – he wasn't ready. He wasn't ready to jump the hurdle he so wanted to jump over; he knew he would fall....

But how do you know that? The small and wise voice asked.

I know, Alvin replied. I just do....

But are you sure about that, Alvin? The small and knowing voice replied. The small voice that sounded so much like Si-

NO! Alvin thought, and he saw an image of Simon's dark face, a gun pointing in Alvin's face, and the hateful words filled Alvin's brain, words that scared the hell out of Alvin: "DON'T YOU EVER COME BACK! DO US ALL A FAVOUR AND FUCKING KILL YOURSELF!" Words that shocked Alvin's very being and made him feel as if the boy who had hated him so much was in front of him, now. And the sad fact who the boy hated was he, Alvin Seville.

Alvin saw Brittany on the floor looking up at him with unbelieving eyes. Alvin wanted to look away, but his mind didn't let him look away from this image. Alvin rattled his head and saw an image of Dave, his hurtful eyes looking down at Alvin, his face now broken in a million pieces in Alvin's head, Alvin remembering the words he spat at Dave "I FUCKING HATE YOU". Alvin crumpled...

Alvin wasn't sure if there was a floor or not; he didn't care. He didn't care at all. He did land onto something and he did cry. He cried his freaking heart out and he cried as loud as he wanted. He cried in sorrowness and longingness........He wanted all these things so badly, but he knew they wouldn't come to comfort him. He cried out for comfort from his friends to tell him he need them now, badly....but Alvin remembered, once more, the harsh truth, he had no friends. No – one what so ever. He cried out for love, for laughter, for happiness, for emotions and feeling s this house, this place , this place he once called "home" used to have. Alvin cried for everything and everyone he loved and cared for....but none of it came to him.....He cried harder, but no one will hear him....

A pain so cruciating started to form in Alvin's head...

No, Alvin thought, quietly to himself. Not now, not now......

But the pain Alvin had felt already still continued to hurt his brain. What's wrong with me? Alvin asked himself. Why do I feel so weak all the time? What's happening with me?

"Nothing," Came a high fast speaking male cold voice that Alvin recognised. "You're just going crazy is all," Alvin felt a wisp of cold air that made him shiver.

Alvin wanted to look up and speak, but the pain in his head was too great for him to overcome.

"We knew you couldn't do it," Came a different high pitched fast speaking female cold voice. "When you left here last time, we both knew you were weak,"

Alvin didn't bother to disagree cause he knew they were right; he was weak; too weak, maybe. Too weak to find the people he once knew, to find the people he still loved....Anyone else would have accomplished this task by now, but not he, Alvin; he was just too weak; he couldn't possibly do it. The pain hurt even more and Alvin didn't fight back, he let it do it's damaging.....there was no point......

"You see, Gina," Bucky the squirrel said to his wife, meaningfully. "His given up, already," They both laughed.

"I didn't even guessed he would last this long," The female squirrel snickered.

"Me either," Bucky replied. "His more weak than we anticipated,"

No love...no feeling......nothing......Alvin was losing.....

"GET UP!" The now not so small quiet voice shouted. It was Si – mon's voice! It was his brother's voice shouting at him in his head, that once small and wise voice. "Get up and fight back!"

"What's the point?" Alvin mumbled. "I've lost; their right,"

"That's what quitters say! You're not a quitter Alvin, are you?"

"No," Alvin replied quietly.

"What? I didn't catch that, quitter?"

"I'm not a quitter," Alvin said a little louder.

"Still can't hear you!"

"I'M NOT A QUITER!" At these thunderous words, the pain inside Alvin's head disappeared completely. Alvin opened his tear stained eyes, and slowly raised his full body, his expression determined, sad, and angry. What Alvin, saw next almost scarred him; Bucky and Gina the squirrel was standing in front of him with triumphant smiles on their faces, the room gaining light....

"If you're not a quitter, why are you back here then?" Bucky asked.

"I've come here for answers," Alvin said strongly; as if he wasn't gonna take "No" for an answer. "And I'm not leaving till I have them!"

The two squirrels both exchanged expressions and nodded. "What do you want to know?" Gina asked.

"I need more information on where I can find my family," Alvin said, strength building slowly up.

Bucky and Gina both pointed to a broken and rickety staircase that lead to the upstairs of the house. On the top of the staircase, Alvin could make out a doorway. The upstairs looked as dark and gloomy as the upstairs. Alvin had found his answers to his questions...but now that he had them in his grasp, he was unsure if he really wanted them.

"I have to go up there?" Alvin asked. The two squirrels nodded.

"If you want to find out what you seek, you must find it up there....." Both squirrels said at the same time.

Alvin took a foot closer to the staircase, but Bucky stopped Alvin at the last minute. "Once you go up there, you must face what is there. There are no turning backs. And once you go up, we will be gone...." Alvin didn't know how to respond to that. He didn't know if he should like or hate the two squirrels who now had smiles on their faces but just minutes ago had evil smiles. Alvin should be grateful that they had helped him......but why didn't he? Just as Alvin was about to take the first step, he stopped and said:

"Just answer me these two questions; what are you? Where were you go?"

"The answer to your first question, we cannot say," Gina answered.

"But we can tell you this," Bucky said, with a smile. "We well be in a place where you will always hear us, deep inside of you,"

Again, Alvin had nothing more to say, and so, took the first step on the staircase, which creaked and echoed throughout the darkness. Alvin turned around; the two squirrels were gone, but disappeared as if they were never there in the first place....

Alvin continued his battle up the stairs, fear battling with courage. Fear was strong but Courage was putting up a valiant battle. Each step brought him closer to his answers, to his family.....but what if it was a trick? Or what if the squirrels had tricked him? Courage was becoming weaker now, Fear was laughing....Alvin stopped mid-way through the staircase; he changed his mind. Alvin wanted to go back. But as Alvin turned around, he was shocked to discover that the stair he had previously struggled to climb, were gone. There was no way out; Alvin had to continue on....

You can do this, Alvin, a familiar voice echoed in his head. Just keep going; you're almost there...... The voice disappeared into his head.

Alvin took another step......

That's it, another familiar voice encouraged on. Just keep going!

Alvin took another step.......

He knew what he was doing. Courage grew stronger with every strength and Fear became weaker with it.

"Anger and fear should not stand in the way of the ones you love....." The voice echoed, loudly in Alvin's head. Alvin remembered this and his heart grew warm with this saying. He climbed the stairs faster and more stronger. He was nearing the top of the stairs. He was closer to his answers. Closer....an closer.....

Fear was almost dead now, Courage was almost victorious......

Alvin took another step.....

And another step....

Another step.....

Fear was dead; Alvin was at the top of the stairs.....

The first thing Alvin saw when he reached the top of the stairs was utter darkness and silence. He entered the room....slowly, his heart beating fast, his movements slow, his sweat; dripping off his forehead...

And just as Fear dies, it re-born into something stronger and fiercer. Courage was gone.....Alvin was more afraid than he had ever felt in his life.

Stillness, darkness, loneliness, nothing, no answers.....

CLICK!

Alvin jumped out of his fur as the whole room was filled with a light emitting from a TV screen. Alvin slowly turned to face the TV screen, afraid of what he may see....

Alvin was surprised when he saw nothing but static on the TV Screen. He slowly and tensely went up to the TV screen and tried changing channels; every channel had the same static. Alvin was clueless....

But just as Alvin was about to leave, some words popped up in red and yellow writing:

"When......You......Hurt......The.....People.....Around......You,........You......Go......To.....One......Place....." The writing disappeared, the TV screen turned off and Alvin felt his head hurt once more. He collapsed to the floor, his paw on his head....voices screaming in his head.......

"I FUCKING HATE YOU!" "Just leave!" "I never want to speak to you again!" "I'M NOT FUCKING WITH YOU!" "I've never been more disappointed"

"NO!" Alvin jumped to his feet, the pain gone. He grabbed a baseball that was by his foot and he threw it at the TV screen. Surprisingly, the TV screen cracked and Alvin feel backwards onto a bed....his old bed. Alvin jumped to his feet. He saw a doorway. He ran towards it, but the staircase was gone. His old bedroom was filled with light. He turned around and saw that TV screen was on again; it was fuzzy and cracked a lot. Desperate to leave, Alvin ran up to it and grabbed it. Alvin was crying now; he wanted answers and he got nothing....he wanted to leave, to leave this....house!

Words were still rolling across the screen:

"Feel....You....Must! Think....And....To......Know...."

The TV screen started to blank out....

"To know what!?" Alvin shouted at the TV screen. "Tell me! TELL ME!"

The TV Screen read three words....

"....You.....Love.....Them"

The TV screen went dead. Alvin put the TV screen down. He ran towards the doorway, towards freedom....the staircase had returned and Alvin took no hesitation to climb down the stairs, tears rolling down his cheeks. He hated this house.....he really did..... He saw the door, his freedom inches away. He opened the door. He was free at last!

The sun greeted him warmly with its rays. He had never been so glad than to see daylight in his entire life. Alvin walked onto the sidewalk, away from the horrible prison, away from the darkness and emotionless thing. He tried to go other what he had learnt in the room with the TV screen. Alvin remembered it said something about "When you hurt someone you go to one place," Alvin had no idea.....

Well, think about it, came the wise small voice. "Where do you go when you are in need of medical help?"

The hospital, Alvin answered in his head. Alvin's face lit up. Of course! The hospital! The first place where he woken up! The doctors might have not told him the whole truth! Of course, Alvin should look in the very place where his questions began! He remembered asking the doctor questions no longer than five hours ago...

Alvin knew where he had to go, what he was doing....but he was afraid still. The events of what happened in the house had scarred him and affected him....but he was happy he was. He hadn't had entered the house, he would never have found out what he had....

Alvin moved on, step by step, each step closer to his family.........and........friends.

Alvin hoped he was right, more than ever before.

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Damn! This took me ages to write! But I think it was well worth it!

By the way, this chapter is based on a piece of music by the band "Sigur Ros". To listen to the music, go here: www. youtube. com/watch?v=eHnP_NNv_3A
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Dramatic chapter or what!? Initially, this chapter wasn't going to be based all in the house. Stuff which will happen in Chapter 14 was going to happen in this chapter but, because my imagination went wild, I couldn't fit it into this chapter, so it will be in the next chapter.

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