"Arthur I don't have the time for your pranks," Allistor said as he looked at the mirror with frosting and cupcake. "I'm not joking Allistor. I keep hearing tapping and whistling coming from the mirror. Why won't you believe me?" I was beyond frustrated with my brothers now. Not one believed me and left my room. "I have to go to work soon. Get ready for school, all of you," Allistor said walking towards the kitchen. I groaned before quickly dressing and leaving for school that day.
For those of you wondering, Allistor wasn't the oldest brother. He was the second oldest with me being the youngest and Dylan being two years older than me. Aaron was the oldest but he went college. Allistor was kicked out of highschool and he never graduated. After our parents died he was the one to get a job to pay for everything. He refused to let Aaron drop out of college, or any of us for that matter. He was the scariest though, with his bright red hair, strong green eyes and a heavy Scottish accent that only appeared when he was angry or yelling.
Anyways I went to school that day and told my friend Kiku about the situation. Kiku was about the only person I ever trusted. He wasn't one to judge and didn't go around telling gossip. I considered Kiku my only friend, atleast the only one after Alfred's incident. He told me perhaps I was just loosing sleep or that my medication may be affecting me. Yes, medication. After Alfred's dissapeance, Aaron insisted I took medication to relieve me of the stress it caused me. I continued to take it because I would often find myself depressed without them. I agreed and voted to stop taking them.
Strangely enough. That was the last time it happened. I was scared for next three months but the tapping never came. The affects of not taking the pills were drastic at first and I was often too tired too even leave home but I pulled through it. I spent a peaceful four years and thought it was all finally over. That was until the beginning of my junior year in highschool.
It was when I saw him. I was walking to class with Kiku when I almost ran into another person. I'll admit, if Kiku was not there I would have ran my loud mouth, but I'm glad I didn't. At first I thought it was Lovino, the loud mouthed Italian that was brother's with the cheerful Feliciano. Upon closer inspection, he looked more like Feliciano but with a slightly darker skin color and his hair was slightly redder than Lovino's. He scowled harshly at me as Kiku quickly apologized. Though the scowl seemed about right, the eyes were off. Instead of the harsh green eyes Lovino had, this one had magenta colored ones and he exposed more teeth than Lovino did when he frowned. I muttered a sorry and walked away with Kiku quickly. When I turned around to look at him again he was gone.
We were in the middle of class when we were all ordered to leave the school. We were trampled as everyone ran down the halls trying to get out. The police were there and parents were too. Dylan had to pick me up from school that day. It was later reported that a single student killed an entire class all on his own with only a small knife. The very same one I almost ran into in the hall. The school was shut down for a week and I had to stay home alone during the mornings.