Loneliness; A feeling you will never be content with. Ever since that night Bro had shown up, you have spent more time than you ever had locked up in a room. The only time you ever left was to get your dinner from the table, maybe to take a shower as well. You felt yourself to be a burden on the English family, despite how much they tell you otherwise.

Tonight, you sit in the door way, watching from afar as Dirk helps Jake lay down, cooing pointlessly to an unborn child. They were meant to be happy, with a normal child, and normal family. Not housing a thirteen year old whose brother would be more than happy to kill all of you at any given moment. But, now they were caught up in this drama that they never should have even heard about.

You prefer it this way, though. Quite and comfortable. Alone and safe. You were, however, grateful for what this family was doing for you. Jake threatened your Bro with guns should he come back! It didn't ease your mind at all though. What did it matter, anyway?

All your life, you always felt abandoned. You only had your Bro, no other family to your name. You always felt you were a burden everywhere you went. Especially on Bro.

You blamed yourself constantly for ever misfortune that occurred to the man. He had lost his job BECAUSE he had spent so much time at home taking care of you. He had lost the house BECAUSE he couldn't afford to support BOTH of you. He had began drinking because he could no longer stand how much he had failed YOU.

And that's what killed you inside. That guilt you constantly felt was killing you. You knew it was. Some nights, you just wanted in to be over. Then Bro could be happy again. Then everything could go back to normal. Then-

Your thoughts are interrupted by Jake. He had a funny way of doing that sort of thing.

"David?" He's tired, you know, staying up with you when you couldn't sleep. You never opened the door, so he'd sit outside it at night, singing softly and not leaving until he heard you snore softly. When you heard his voice, you'd shut up and listen

"Yeah."

"Come here, please."

You felt awkward breaking in to this family moment, but you came slowly from the doorway, dragging your feet as you went. Dirk was sitting on the coffee table across from the couch so there was enough room for you to sit. And yet, you stood.

"Come sit with us awhile, kid, socialize." Dirk is cleaning one of his kantanas. You shrug, staring at your feet. Jake tugs at your hand, your knees involuntarily buckle under you. Dirk catches you just in time to help you kneel beside the couch. Jake begins running his fingers through your hair, instantly relaxing you.

You rest your head against the couch, Jake hums and Dirk starts beat boxing for no reason. You laugh a little bit, deciding to try out some new sick fires you've been working on.

"I think they like it." Jake sighed contently. You pause, 'They...oh, the baby...wait, they?'

"How many are in there?" You look up. Jake smiles.

"Twins, Dave, you're gonna have two little siblings to kick around."

"Twins.." Wait, siblings? Right, like, a brother and sister...but wait, if you have siblings, that means...

You do have parents...that means you have...a family?

You can't stop the smile that hits your face and neither can Dirk and Jake. Little do any of you know, this family moment is about to end.

It was an accident, really. You didn't mean to leave for school out the front door that morning. You didn't mean for Bro to have dropped his keys and been looking for them. You didn't mean for him to see you. You didn't mean for any of this to happen.