Chapter 3: Demyx
Demyx flipped through a magazine while on the couch under a fleece Spongebob Squarepants blanket.
A dirty blonde woman rushed down the stairs as Demyx quickly shut the magazine and started coughing.
"Mom, I think I'm coming down with something." he whined, drawing the blanket closer around him.
His mother walked over and placed a hand on his forehead.
"Hmm, you don't feel warm. You should be fine Demyx. You're just nervous about your new school." she said, grabbing her coat from near the door.
Demyx's eyes widened.
"You're leaving?" he asked in a hoarse voice, letting his mind take control as he had trained it to do.
"Yes, Jenni asked me to cover for her shift. You'll be fine with your sister right?" she asked, getting her keys.
"She can't take care of me mom!" he practically squealed before having a coughing fit.
His mother sighed, a look of worry crossing her features.
"Look, I promised her I'd do this. I'll have Lar keep an eye on you and she'll call if it gets too bad okay?"
Defeated, Demyx nodded looking to the floor.
"Good," she said, kissing him on the forehead, "I'll go get your sister."
Demyx pouted, sneezing and coughing occasionally until she left.
Larxene waved goodbye to their mother and made sure the door was locked before turning to her brother with a scowl.
"I know you're faking. God, you're pathetic." she snapped. "I'm going out. You can take care of yourself."
She stormed upstairs, returning in a short, skin tight dress and heels and walked out the door, briefly glancing at Demyx with a look of disgust.
Now, the dirty blonde was alone.
His head started pounding and the room swayed. He ran to the nearest trash can and wretched until he felt faint.
He sunk to the ground feeling like he was in a sauna.
This time, he may have truly gotten himself sick.