Silent shadows, the fall of a family
Posted originally on the Archive of Our Own at /works/50999491.
by Iandle
Succumb to the voice
Inside the loud house, Lincoln sat alone in his room, surrounded by the familiar chaos of his ten sisters. The once vibrant and energetic boy now seemed distant, lost in the shadows of his own mind. His usually bright blue eyes were dull and clouded, mirroring the heaviness in his heart.
"Hey there, audience. It's me, Lincoln. I bet you're used to seeing me as the happy-go-lucky kid who always finds a way to navigate through the chaos of my big family. But today, I'm going to let you in on a secret. Lately, I've been feeling anything but happy. It's like I'm trapped in a never-ending storm of sadness." Lincoln said as he turned to the wall
It had been weeks since Lincoln had felt any semblance of joy. The weight of sadness seemed to cling to him, suffocating his spirit. He couldn't pinpoint exactly when it had started, but the whispers of darkness had gradually consumed him, leaving him feeling isolated and alone.
"You know that feeling when you're surrounded by people, yet you feel completely alone? That's what it's been like for me. My sisters are always there, but somehow, I can't shake off this heavy cloud that hangs over me. It's like I'm drowning in my own thoughts, and I can't find a way to swim to the surface."
As Lincoln stared at the ceiling, his mind replayed the events that had led him to this point. It all began with a series of disappointments and setbacks. His grades had started slipping, and he no longer found joy in the activities he once loved. Even spending time with his sisters, who were usually a source of comfort, felt like an exhausting task.
"Remember when I used to be the man with a plan? Those were the days. But lately, it feels like I've lost my touch. My grades are plummeting, and I can't seem to find the motivation to do anything. It's like I'm stuck in this never-ending cycle of disappointment, and I can't break free."
His family had noticed the change in his behavior, but they couldn't quite grasp the depth of his pain. They tried to cheer him up, organizing family game nights and outings, but Lincoln couldn't escape the suffocating grip of his depression. It was like a dark cloud that followed him everywhere, casting a shadow on even the brightest moments.
"My family means well, they really do. They try to make me laugh, plan fun activities, but it's like I'm wearing a mask, pretending to be okay. I appreciate their efforts, but sometimes, it feels like they just don't understand"
Of course they don't, it's not like they care for you anyways.
Lincoln's mind felt suffocated by a relentless grip of his thought, but he mustered the strength to break free. Weary and burdened, he emerged from his room, each step heavy with the weight of his emotions. As he descended the stairs, he found himself in the quiet solitude of the kitchen. To his right, Luna sat engrossed in the glow of the television screen.
Curiosity tugged at Lincoln's heart, urging him to ask Luna what she was watching. But doubt crept in, whispering in his mind, questioning the worthiness of his inquiry.
Why should you? You'll only bother her
the voice from the depths of his brain taunted. Lincoln stood there, caught between his desire to connect and the fear of intruding.
So Lincoln kept his curiosity to himself, deciding not to disturb Luna. He quietly made his way to the kitchen, the weight of his thoughts still lingering in the air. As he entered the room, he found solace in the familiar surroundings. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled the air, offering a momentary respite from the turmoil within his mind.
He leaned against the kitchen counter, his gaze fixated on the steam rising from his mug. The silence enveloped him, allowing his thoughts to wander freely. He contemplated the significance of his own existence, the purpose behind his struggles, and the weight of his emotions that seemed to grow heavier with each passing day.
Lost in his contemplation, Lincoln failed to notice Luna's presence behind him. She approached him with a gentle touch on his shoulder, breaking the spell of his thoughts. Startled, he turned to face her, his eyes filled with a mix of surprise and relief.
"Luna," he said softly, his voice tinged with vulnerability. "I didn't mean to disturb you. I was just... lost in my own thoughts."
Luna smiled warmly, her eyes reflecting understanding. "It's okay, Lincoln. We all have moments like these. Sometimes, it helps to share what's on our minds."
As Lincoln smiled, Luna couldn't help but sense that something was off. Despite his attempt to appear composed, his eyes betrayed a hint of sadness that she couldn't ignore. Before she could voice her concern, Lincoln abruptly turned and started walking upstairs, leaving Luna standing in the kitchen, perplexed.
Luna hesitated for a moment, torn between following him or giving him the space he seemed to be seeking.
As she walked down the hallway, Luna couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions. She was worried about Lincoln and wanted to help him, but she also respected his need for solitude.
Questions swirled in her mind, wondering what could be causing his inner turmoil and how she could best support him.
Lost in her thoughts, Luna found herself in her own room. She closed the door and sank onto her bed, her mind still filled with concern for her brother. She knew that she couldn't force Lincoln to open up, but she also knew that she couldn't simply ignore her intuition that something was troubling him deeply.
The next day arrived, and Lincoln woke up with a heavy heart. The weight of his emotions seemed to grow as his mother called him downstairs. With a sense of trepidation, he made his way to the living room, unsure of what awaited him.
As Lincoln entered the room, he was met with disappointment. His mother's face was filled with concern and a touch of frustration. She began to express her worries about his lack of direction and ambition, comparing him to his successful sisters. Her words pierced through Lincoln's already fragile state, deepening the wounds he had been nursing.
Feeling overwhelmed and misunderstood, Lincoln quietly excused himself and retreated back to his room. He closed the door behind him, shutting out the world that seemed to be crumbling around him. Sitting on the edge of his bed, he buried his face in his hands, tears streaming down his cheeks.
In that moment, Lincoln felt like his life was falling apart. He couldn't help but compare himself to his accomplished sisters, feeling like he was constantly falling short. Doubts and insecurities consumed him, leaving him questioning his worth and purpose.
His thoughts suddenly emerged again
You're useless
Shut up
Your mother's disappointed with you
Shut up
Your a nobody
Shut. up.
The thoughts swirled in his mind, not leaving. He couldn't handle it anymore, He wanted it to leave, he wanted it gone.
Then...
He had an idea, a horrible idea
He took a pencil sharpener and took only the blade...
He glided it against his skin, firm yet shaky hands, he made cuts across his right arm, some deep, some light,
At first it felt like nothing, but then a stinging, burning sensation of the wound that appeared. The thoughts... the thoughts were gone, it was painful, but it worked,
He wasn't called man with a plan for nothing.
But now, he needed to hide the evidence, make sure nobody knows.
Luckily it was only a few scars, he could hide it with a bandage. He carefully covered up the visible evidence of his pain, making sure no one would suspect the turmoil he was going through. With a bandage wrapped around his arm, he would concocted an excuse, claiming that he had accidentally gotten hurt while working on a project.
He walked out of his room, yet again to grab a glass of water. As he walked out he immediately saw luan.
Luan...
luan has been acting strange lately... Lincoln's not sure why, but he's suspected that it's something to do with her new found 'friend'.
Luan's eyes widened as she caught sight of the bandage on Lincoln's arm. She had always been observant. Concern etched across her face, she approached him cautiously.
"Lincoln, what happened to your arm?" Luan asked, her voice filled with genuine worry. But at the same time, a bit monotoned.
Lincoln hesitated for a moment, unsure of how to respond. He had become so accustomed to hiding his pain that he hadn't anticipated anyone noticing the bandage.
He thought on whether he should tell her or not, but eventually he told her the excuse that he got hurt from a project of his, and it'll heal eventually.
Lincoln also wanted to talk to her, as he noticed that she seemed down lately.
but it seemed that luan was in a hurry as her words seems to be faster than normal. But he knew that she still cares for him as she still has the time to ask what was wrong with his arm.
Lincoln watched as Luan nodded in agreement although skeptical but nodded anyways, he saw luan look at her clock...
Her face pale, as if she was late at a work,
He looked at her with confusion etched on his face but it didn't go any further than that because she ran to her room, hurriedly gathered her things and rushed out the door. He called out to her, his voice filled with concern, but she barely acknowledged him. It was clear that something was deeply troubling her, and Lincoln couldn't shake off the worry that gnawed at his heart.
Some time later.
Lincoln was worried about Luan. She had left in a hurry earlier that day and hadn't returned home yet. He had tried to talk to her, but she had seemed preoccupied and had refused to tell him what was wrong.
He felt heavy as time passes by, he stared deeply at the wall, thinking about the scars he made, thinking about how odd luan was acting.
Then afternoon rolled around and Lincoln still couldn't shake the feeling that there is something wrong with luan,
She hadn't come back yet.
So he tried to reach out to her, sending her messages and calling her phone, but she didn't respond. So he thought she was busy, thinking she is busy with her comedy shows and contacting her might disrupt her hours had past and it was midnight and she still hadn't come back
With growing concern, Lincoln decided to reach out to his other siblings, hoping they might have some insight into Luan's whereabouts or state of mind. He dialed Lori's number first, knowing she was usually in touch with everyone in the family.
"Hey, Lori," Lincoln greeted when she answered the call. "Have you heard from Luan today? I'm getting worried; she left earlier and hasn't come back."
Lori's voice sounded concerned on the other end of the line. "No, I haven't heard from her either. She seemed a bit off this morning, but I assumed it was just pre-show jitters. I'll try calling her and see if she picks up."
Lincoln thanked Lori and hung up, his anxiety growing. He then dialed Luna's number, hoping she might have some information.
"Hey, Luna," Lincoln said when she answered. "Have you seen or heard from Luan today? She left earlier, and I can't seem to reach her."
Luna's voice held a hint of worry. "Nah, dude, I haven't seen her since this morning. She seemed kinda distant, though. I'll check around and see if anyone has any info."
Lincoln felt a mix of relief and frustration. It was a relief to know that Luna hadn't seen anything alarming, but the fact that no one seemed to have any information about Luan's whereabouts only deepened his concern.
Next, Lincoln called Leni, hoping she might have noticed something that others might have missed.
"Hey, Leni," Lincoln greeted, but the room had no answer so he tried again,
"Hey, Leni," Lincoln greeted once again, relieved that she had finally answered. However, something about her response seemed off. Her usually cheerful tone was replaced with a forced cheerfulness, and her smile seemed forced and unnatural. Lincoln couldn't help but feel a sense of unease, but he knew that finding Luan was their top priority at the moment.
"Hey, Lincoln!" Leni replied, her voice sounding overly chipper. "What's up?"
Lincoln hesitated for a moment, unsure of how to address his concerns without alarming Leni. He decided to approach the topic cautiously. "Leni, have you seen or heard from Luan today? I've been trying to reach her, but she hasn't responded."
Leni's smile faltered for a split second before she quickly regained her composure. "Oh, Luan? No, I haven't seen her since this morning. She mentioned something about going to a new comedy club for a show, but that's all I know.
Lincoln's worry deepened. He couldn't shake the feeling that Leni was hiding something, but he didn't want to jump to conclusions. "Alright, thanks, Leni. If you hear from her or if anything seems off, please let me know."
Leni nodded, her smile still not reaching her eyes. "Sure thing, Lincoln. I'll keep an eye out for her."
Said leni as she closed the door, sure enough luan opened the door, she seemed fine but not fine at the same time
"Luan, you made us worried sick!" Lori said, with a hint of anger. Obviously concerned for her sister.
Lori, leni Luna, and Lincoln was worried, they tried to ask her questions but she seemed to ignore their questions.
deepening on her forehead and a distant look in her eyes, Luan's behavior only fueled their concerns
"Come on, Luan, you can talk to us," Lori pleaded, her voice filled with worry. "We're your family. We just want to make sure you're okay
Luan remained silent, her gaze fixed on a distant point. It was as if she was lost in her own thoughts, completely detached from the world around her.
She looked at them with her dull eyes and went up her room, leaving the four loud members puzzled.
Lincoln sighed as he also went up to his room feeling defeated.
"Hey, where are you going? You thought we wouldn't be able to see that bandage in your arm?" Sounded Lori as Lincoln went upstairs
"Its nothing! Jeez, can't I just take a break?" Lincoln said with emotions filled with a mix of anger and frustration.
the siblings exchanged concerned glances. Something was definitely off with Luan and lincoln, and they couldn't just let it slide. They decided to regroup in Lori's room and come up with a plan to get to the bottom of this mystery.
Lori, the eldest sibling, took charge of the impromptu meeting. "Alright, guys, it's clear that something is bothering Luan and Lincoln. We can't just ignore it. We need to find out what's going on and help them."
The others nodded in agreement, realizing that Luna's suggestion held some merit. They began to piece together the events of the past few days, trying to identify any potential triggers or incidents that might have affected Luan.
clear that something is bothering Luan and Lincoln. We can't just ignore it. We need to find out what's going on and help them."
Leni, always the empathetic one, chimed in, "Yeah, I noticed Luan seemed distant today. She usually loves cracking jokes, but she barely said a word. And Lincoln looked defeated too. We have to do something."
Luna, the music-loving sister, nodded in agreement. "I've seen them both go through tough times before, but this feels different. We need to show them that we're here for them, no matter what."
Lola, the beauty pageant, suggested, "Maybe we could try talking to them individually, one-on-one. Sometimes it's easier to open up when you're not in a big group."
Lana, the adventurous one, added, "And we should also keep an eye out for any clues or signs. Maybe they left something behind that could give us a hint about what's bothering them."
Lynn, the sporty sister, proposed, "What if we plan a fun activity or outing? Something that could help them relax and open up naturally. We could go to the park or have a movie night."
Lucy, the gothic poet, spoke softly, "We should also let them know that it's okay to not be okay. Sometimes people just need a reminder that they don't have to face their problems alone."
Lori nodded, taking in all their suggestions. "I think we have a solid plan."
Whisper of desperation: a failed plan
Chapter Summary
(The siblings try their plan, but the question is, will it work?)
(Day 1 - Lori)
"I think I should organize a surprise outing for Lincoln," Lori said, her voice filled with determination. "Maybe a trip to the amusement park or a movie night at the theater. Something to take his mind off things." She nodded to herself, the idea taking shape in her mind. She knew that a change of scenery and some quality time with loved ones could make a world of difference.
Excitedly, Lori began brainstorming ideas, considering different locations and activities that would bring a smile to Lincoln's face. She wanted to create an experience that would allow him to momentarily escape the weight of his thoughts and find solace in the company of his family and friends.
As she delved deeper into planning, Lori reached out to Lincoln's closest friends, explaining her intentions and seeking their support. She wanted to ensure that everyone was on board and that the surprise outing would be a collective effort to uplift Lincoln's spirits.
With the logistics falling into place, Lori meticulously organized the details, making sure everything would go smoothly. She arranged transportation, coordinated schedules, and even prepared a heartfelt speech to express her love and support for Lincoln during the outing.
The day of the outing arrived, and the Lori anxiously waited for Lincoln's reaction. When he walked into the living room, Lori's heart swelled with anticipation. But instead of the excitement she had hoped for, Lincoln seemed distant and uninterested. Lori stepped forward, trying to hide her disappointment.
"We thought it would be fun to have a day out together, just to cheer you up,"
she explained, her voice filled with hope. Lincoln's forced smile didn't reach his eyes. He looked down at the ground, his voice barely above a whisper.
"I appreciate the gesture, but I'm just not in the mood for it today. Sorry."
Lori looked at him with a pause, realizing her plan had backfired. She had wanted to distract Lincoln and bring a smile to his face, but it seemed they had misjudged his needs.
(Day 2 - Luna)
The sun began its descent, casting a warm, golden glow over the tranquil garden. Luna took a deep breath, gathering her courage as she approached him. She had noticed his recent withdrawal and the heavy silence that seemed to surround him. Determined to break through his walls and offer her support, she decided to initiate a casual conversation.
"Hey, Lincoln," Luna began, her voice gentle and filled with genuine concern. She tried to sound relaxed, hoping to create a safe space for him to open up. "I've noticed you've been a bit quiet lately. Is everything okay?"
Lincoln glanced up from his book, his expression guarded. His eyes, usually filled with warmth and laughter, now held a hint of sadness. Luna could sense the weight he carried, but she knew she had to tread carefully. She didn't want to push him away with her persistence.
"Yeah, I'm fine," he replied curtly, his voice laced with a mix of defensiveness and weariness. It was clear that he wasn't interested in discussing the matter further.
"Are you sure?" Luna asked, her voice filled with genuine concern. She hoped that suggesting a shared experience, like attending a concert together, would create an opportunity for them to reconnect. "We can go to a concert together, Lincoln. It might help take your mind off things."
Lincoln, however, remained unfazed. He looked up from his book, his expression still guarded. "No thank you, Luna," he replied, his voice devoid of emotion. "I appreciate the offer, but I'd rather be alone right now."
Luna's heart sank, but she refused to let his rejection deter her. She understood that Lincoln needed space, but she also knew that isolating himself wouldn't solve whatever was troubling him. She took a deep breath, gathering her thoughts, determined to find a new approach.
"But-" Luna began, her voice filled with a mix of concern and determination, but she was abruptly interrupted.
"No," Lincoln interjected, his tone firm. "Now, can you please leave me be? I'm trying to read."
Luna felt a pang of disappointment, but she refused to let it extinguish her resolve. She realized that her initial approach had failed to break through Lincoln's defenses.
(Day 3 - Lynn)
Lynn had been silently watching Luna's unsuccessful attempts to approach Lincoln with growing concern. She knew her brother well and could sense that something was deeply troubling him. Unable to bear seeing him in distress any longer, Lynn resolved to find a different approach to reach out to him.
One sunny afternoon, as the golden rays of sunlight streamed through Lincoln's bedroom window, Lynn mustered up her courage and gently knocked on his door. With a small, reassuring smile on her face, she entered the room, finding Lincoln sitting alone, lost in his thoughts.
"Hey, Lincoln," Lynn greeted him softly, her voice filled with genuine warmth and concern. "Mind if I join you for a moment?"
Lincoln glanced at the door, surprised by her presence but appreciative of her efforts. but his brain isn't in the right headspace today.
"No thank you Lynn, I'm quite busy today" he answered the door
Lynn paused for a moment, collecting her thoughts before responding. She knew that her approach needed to be gentle yet persistent, allowing Lincoln to open up at his own pace. She chose her words carefully, hoping to break through the walls he had built around himself.
"I just wanted to check in on you, Lincoln," Lynn replied softly, her voice filled with warmth and sincerity. "I've noticed that something's been bothering you, and I want you to know that I'm here for you. We're family, and I care about you deeply."
There was a brief silence, the tension hanging in the air. Lynn knew that she needed to find a way to connect with Lincoln, to show him that she understood his struggles. And then, an idea sparked within her.
"Plus," Lynn continued, her voice now laced with a touch of playfulness, "we can play together. You can be my dummy if you want."
Lincoln hesitated for a moment, his eyes avoiding the door. "No," he simply said
Lynn felt a pang of disappointment, but she tried to hide it. She didn't want to push Lincoln further away. "Alright," she said, forcing a smile. "Just let me know if you change your mind."
As Lynn turned to leave, she couldn't help but feel a mix of frustration and sadness. She wasn't as close to Lincoln, but seeing him withdraw like this was difficult to accept. She went back to her room where Lucy is.
(Day 4 - Lucy)
Lucy was sitting on her bed, engrossed in a book when Lynn entered the room with a dejected expression. Sensing her sister's disappointment, Lucy put her book aside and looked up. "What happened?" she asked, concern evident in her voice.
Lynn sighed and flopped down on her own bed. "I tried to reach out to Lincoln, but he just shut me down. I offered to play together, but he wasn't interested."
Lucy sighed as she stated at Lynn.. now it's her turn to confront Lincoln
This afternoon, Lucy found Lincoln sitting alone on the porch, his gaze fixed on a distant point. She approached him cautiously, aware of the weight of his emotions. Taking a seat beside him on the soft grass, she mustered up the courage to reach out to him.
"Hey, Lincoln," Lucy said softly, her voice carrying a gentle warmth. She studied his face, searching for any sign of openness or receptiveness. "How are you doing?"
Lincoln glanced at Lucy, his eyes reflecting a mix of weariness and frustration "oh, hello Lucy" he replied, his voice tinged with a hint of annoyance.
Lucy took a deep breath, her heart pounding with the desire to connect with her brother. She knew that sometimes, words alone were not enough to bridge the gap between them. And then, an idea sparked within her, a way to channel their emotions into something beautiful.
"Can you write a poem?" Lucy asked, her voice filled with sincerity. "I need it for my assignment, and I thought maybe we could work on it together."
Lincoln's brows furrowed, his hesitation evident. He wasn't sure if he had the words to express the turmoil within him. But Lucy's genuine request touched something deep within his soul, a flicker of hope that maybe, just maybe, this could be a way to release some of the pent-up emotions.
"I guess," Lincoln replied, his voice laced with uncertainty. He shifted his gaze back to the distance, trying to gather his thoughts.
Lucy smiled softly, grateful for his willingness to try. She pulled out a notebook and a pen, placing them gently in Lincoln's hands. "Just write whatever comes to your mind," she suggested, her voice encouraging. "It doesn't have to be perfect. Let your heart guide you."
"Let's start with finding words that rhyme with 'reborn'," she suggested, her voice encouraging. "Just say the first word that comes to your mind."
"Torn," Lincoln replied after a moment of contemplation.
Lucy nodded, jotting down the word in her notebook. "Now, how about words that rhyme with 'care'?"
"Despair," Lincoln offered, his voice growing slightly more engaged.
They continued this way, with Lucy suggesting words and Lincoln responding with rhyming options. Each word became a stepping stone, leading them closer to a shared understanding. The process itself became a form of communication, a way for them to bridge the gap that had grown between them.
As they went through the list, Lincoln's annoyance began to increase,
Lincoln glanced at Lucy, his eyes reflecting a mix of weariness and frustration. "Lucy, are you done now? I'm quite... busy right now," he replied, his voice tinged with a hint of frustration.
Lucy's heart sank at his dismissive words. She stopped writing in her notebook and sighed, feeling a mixture of disappointment and understanding. "sigh, Okay" she said, her voice tinged with a hint of sadness. "I guess this is enough words for my poem." With a heavy heart, she left the backyard, her mind swirling with questions.
As soon as she was alone, Lucy found herself unable to shake off the puzzling encounter with her brother. His words and actions seemed out of character, leaving her with a gnawing sense of unease. She couldn't help but wonder why he had reacted that way.
Lost in her thoughts, Lucy began to piece together the fragments of their conversation. Lincoln's annoyance, his abrupt dismissal - it all pointed to one startling realization. Her heart skipped a beat as the truth dawned upon her.
"He's becoming like me" Lucy whispered to herself, her voice filled with a mix of excitement and certainty.
For the first time, Lucy felt happy, happy that someone can accompany her.
(Day 5 - Lola and Lana)
It was the twins turn next.
Lola has spotted Lincoln, her smile widening as she skipped towards him. "Lincoln!" she exclaimed, her voice sweet and melodic. "I've been looking for you everywhere! I have something important to show you."
Lana, not one to be left behind, followed closely behind Lola, her hands stuffed in her pockets. "Hey, Lincoln," she said nonchalantly, her tone a stark contrast to Lola's enthusiasm. "I heard you were hanging out here. Mind if I join?"
Lincoln looked up from his thoughts, surprised to see his younger sisters approaching him. He couldn't help but feel a flicker of annoyance at their interruption, but he quickly pushed it aside, reminding himself that they were just kids.
"What is it, Lola?" Lincoln asked, mustering a smile for his youngest sister. He admired her infectious energy and curiosity, even if he struggled to match it.
Lola's eyes sparkled with excitement Lola beamed, holding up a glossy magazine cover featuring her radiant face. "I made it onto the cover of a prestigious baby pageant magazine!" she exclaimed, her voice filled with pride. "I wanted to share my success with you, Lincoln. Aren't I just adorable?"
Lincoln's eyes widened in awe as he took in the sight of his sister's accomplishment. "Wow, Lola! That's incredible!" he exclaimed, genuinely impressed. "You look absolutely stunning on that cover. I can see why they chose you."
Lana, standing nearby, rolled her eyes, clearly unimpressed. "Yeah, yeah, congrats, Lola," she muttered, her tone dripping with sarcasm. "But guess what? I saw this very cute mud frog yesterday. Thought you might want to know."
Lincoln couldn't help but chuckle at his sisters' contrasting interests. Lola's excitement was contagious, and he admired her confidence and ambition. On the other hand, Lana's nonchalant attitude and love for nature always brought a smile to his face.
Curiosity piqued, Lincoln turned to Lana. "A mud frog? Really?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.
Lana's mischievous grin grew wider as she reached into her pocket. "Yep, a mud frog," she confirmed, her voice filled with excitement. Slowly, she pulled out her cupped hands, revealing a small, muddy creature nestled within.
Lincoln's confusion quickly turned to a mix of disgust and surprise as he saw what was on Lana's hands. "Ewww, Lana! Get that thing away from me!" Lola exclaimed, stepping aside with a look of disgust on her face.
Lana giggled, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Oh, come on, Lola. Don't be such a princess. This little guy is harmless," she said, gently cradling the mud frog in her hands. "Look at those big, curious eyes. Isn't he adorable in his own way?"
Lana's mischievous grin grew wider as she brought the mud frog closer to Lola. However, in her excitement, the slippery creature wriggled out of her hands, landing right on Lola's pristine dress. Mud splattered across the fabric, leaving a noticeable stain.
"LANA! LOOK WHAT YOU'VE DONE TO MY DRESS!" Lola's voice filled with anger as she glared at her twin sister. "Oh, you'll pay for this!"
The tension in the room escalated as the twins started to fight, their voices filled with frustration and resentment. They pushed and pulled, their anger fueling the chaos. Lincoln watched helplessly, feeling caught in the middle of their heated argument.
Sighing, Lincoln decided to retreat to his room, seeking solace in the familiar safety of his own space. As he closed the door behind him, he couldn't help but wonder why everyone seemed to be acting so strangely around him lately and he couldn't quite understand why.
Lost in his thoughts, Lincoln pondered the peculiar behavior of his siblings. He realized that everyone had approached him at some point, except for Leni and Luan. They had been distant and preoccupied.
I wonder what happened?
A laughter in the dark
Chapter Summary
(Luan comforts Lincoln.)
It was monday, the kids were off gone to school, and Lynn Sr. And Rita loud were off too work,
Except for Lincoln and Luan.
Lincoln didn't want to go to school, he was so tired, tired of everything, so he had coughed up a excuse of being sick,
Luan on the other hand was actually sick so both of them had to stay home.
As Lincoln sat alone in his room, his mind was filled with a whirlwind of questions. He couldn't help but notice the sudden change in his siblings' behavior towards him. They had gone from their usual teasing and playful banter to being unusually kind and comforting. It was a stark contrast that left him perplexed and curious.
Lost in his thoughts, Lincoln found himself engaged in a silent conversation with the voice inside his head. It was a voice that had always been there, but rarely spoke, and when it did, it was usually with a sarcastic or critical tone. However, this time, the voice surprised him by offering a different perspective.
They are trying to comfort you
the voice said softly, its tone devoid of its usual cynicism. Lincoln was taken aback. It was the first time the voice had said something genuinely nice, and it made him pause and consider its words.
"Oh..." Lincoln responded, his voice filled with a mix of surprise and curiosity. "That isn't a bad thing, is it?"
The voice remained silent for a moment before responding,
No, it's not. Sometimes people show kindness and compassion when they sense that someone they care about is going through a tough time.
Lincoln pondered the voice's words, realizing that perhaps his siblings had noticed something he hadn't fully acknowledged himself. He had been feeling a bit off lately, struggling with his own internal battles, but he hadn't shared those feelings with anyone. It was possible that his siblings had picked up on his emotional turmoil and were trying to offer support in their own unique ways.
With a renewed sense of understanding, Lincoln's thoughts shifted to a new question. "But why would they do that?" he wondered aloud, his voice filled with genuine curiosity.
They're doing it for you, which is the bad thing Lincoln, why would they do that to a nobody?
The voice said loud and stern inside his head
Look at your sister's trophies, look at yours
the voice sneered, its tone dripping with contempt.
Lincoln clenched his fists, feeling the weight of his insecurities pressing down on him. He desperately wanted the voice to stop, to leave him alone, but it persisted, tormenting him further.
Where's yours, Lincoln?
the voice jeered, its words cutting through his already fragile self-esteem.
Tears welled up in Lincoln's eyes as he fought back the overwhelming sense of inadequacy. He had always felt overshadowed by his sister's achievements, constantly comparing himself and feeling like he fell short. The voice in his head only amplified those feelings, making him believe that he was a failure, unworthy of recognition or success.
A wave of self-doubt washed over him, He couldn't understand why they would go to such lengths for someone they or atleast what he perceived as a nobody. Doubts and insecurities consumed his thoughts, clouding his perception of himself and his place within the family.
he sat on his bed, his eyes fell upon a small, bloody blade on his desk. It seemed to call out to him, inviting him.
With hesitation Lincoln picked up the blade and deeply stared at it.
Do it Lincoln
Lincoln shook as he stared at the blade.
You deserve this
The voice said encouraging him
Shakingly he reached for the bandage that covered his forearm, concealing the scars he had inflicted upon himself just a few days ago.
As he peeled back the bandage, the room seemed to grow eerily quiet, the air heavy with the weight of his past pain. The scars, a stark reminder of his struggles, stood out against his pale skin like a haunting testament to his inner turmoil. Each mark told a story, a painful chapter in his life that he had tried to bury deep within himself.
He put the blade hard against his wrist, sliding it like he was slicing paper,
Then...
His eyes were all foggy and everything went black.
Lincoln's eyes slowly fluttered open, his vision blurred and disoriented. The sterile scent of the hospital room filled his nostrils, and the soft hum of medical equipment echoed in his ears. As he tried to make sense of his surroundings, his gaze landed on his sister Luan, who sat anxiously by his side. Concern etched deep lines on her face, her eyes filled with a mixture of worry and relief.
"Luan?" Lincoln's voice emerged weak and raspy, barely audible above the ambient sounds of the hospital.
Tears welled up in Luan's eyes as she heard her brother's voice, a glimmer of hope shining through her worry. She reached out and gently clasped his hand, her touch offering a sense of comfort and reassurance. "Lincoln, you're awake! Thank goodness," she whispered, her voice filled with a mixture of relief and gratitude.
Confusion washed over Lincoln as he took in the sterile hospital room, his memory still hazy from the events leading up to his collapse. His eyes darted around, trying to piece together the puzzle of his sudden hospitalization. "What happened? How did I end up here?" he asked, his voice filled with a mix of concern and bewilderment.
Luan's expression softened, and she moved closer, gently placing a comforting hand on his arm. "You collapsed, Lincoln," she explained, her voice filled with a mixture of worry and relief. "I found you unconscious in your room. It was like you just shut down. I was so worried about you."
A flicker of fear crossed Lincoln's face as he struggled to comprehend the gravity of the situation.
As Lincoln struggled to find his voice, Luan leaned in closer, her eyes filled with a mix of concern and curiosity. "Do you remember what happened?" she asked gently, her voice laced with both trepidation and a desperate need for answers.
Lincoln's mind slowly cleared, the blade against his skin, the voice seeming to torment him, and the his scars on his arms.
"How... how did you find out?" Lincoln stammered, his voice trembling with a mix of fear and confusion.
Luan's eyes filled with concern as she recounted the harrowing discovery. "I was knocking on your door, Lincoln, but you didn't answer," she began, her voice quivering slightly. "I grew more and more worried, so I decided to open the door and check on you."
As she spoke, a shiver ran down Lincoln's spine, his mind racing to comprehend the gravity of the situation. "And... what did you see?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
Luan's voice trembled as she continued, her words painting a vivid and unsettling picture. "I found you lying on the floor, Lincoln, surrounded by a pool of blood," she said, her voice filled with a mixture of fear and sadness. "I was terrified, thinking the worst had happened."
Lincoln's eyes darted away from Luan's gaze, a flicker of unease crossing his face. It was as if he was guarding a secret, afraid to let it slip from his lips. Luan sensed his hesitation and reached out, gently placing a hand on his shoulder.
"Lincoln," she said softly, her voice filled with understanding, "whatever you're feeling, whatever you're hiding, it's okay. I've been there before. You can trust me."
Lincoln's shoulders sagged with relief as he let out a deep sigh. He had been carrying a heavy burden, afraid of the consequences that might follow if he revealed the truth. "Did... did anyone else in the family find out?" he asked
Luan's eyes softened, her voice filled with reassurance. "No, Lincoln, your secret is safe with me," she replied, her voice laced with sincerity. "All they know is that I found you injured and unconscious inside the bedroom. I didn't mention anything else."
A mixture of gratitude and guilt washed over Lincoln. The thought of burdening them with his struggles felt unbearable. "I didn't want them to worry" he confessed, his voice tinged with regret. "I didn't want to let them down."
Luan's grip on his shoulder tightened, her eyes filled with compassion. "Lincoln, you're not letting anyone down. We all have moments of vulnerability, moments when we need support," she said, her voice filled with warmth. "We love you, and they would want to be there for you, just as I do."
Tears welled up in Lincoln's eyes as he finally allowed himself to release the weight of his secret. He shared with Luan the overwhelming pressure he had been under, the fear of failure that had consumed him. He spoke of his doubts and insecurities, his struggle to keep up appearances while battling his own demons.
Luan listened attentively, her presence a comforting embrace. She understood the depths of his pain, having experienced her own share of hardships. Together, they formed an unbreakable bond, a safe space where Lincoln could be vulnerable without judgment.
"I don't know how to thank you," Lincoln whispered, his voice filled with genuine gratitude. He looked at Luan, his eyes shimmering with a newfound sense of hope. "I've been so consumed by my own insecurities, but you've shown me that I don't have to face them alone."
Luan smiled warmly, her eyes reflecting the deep bond they had formed. "No need for thanks, Lincoln," she replied, her voice gentle and reassuring. "Being there for you is what family does. We support each other through the highs and lows."
A sense of peace washed over Lincoln as he absorbed Luan's words. For the first time in what felt like an eternity, he felt a flicker of happiness within him. It was a small spark, but it held the promise of brighter days ahead.
As the evening wore on, Lincoln's exhaustion caught up with him. The weight of his emotional journey, combined with the relief of finally sharing his secret, left him feeling drained.
His eyes struggling to stay open, then he drifted to sleep.
The start of a recovery
Chapter Summary
Rita and Lynn Sr. was just picking up their children one by one from school, first it was Lori, Leni, Luna and Lynn and their young ones, Lucy, Lisa, Lola and Lana... all of them were in the van,
Just chatting on there way home, until a call suddenly rang on Rita's phone, it was about Lincoln... and he's in the hospital!?
Chapter Notes
Decided to add this chapter to understand on what happened before the chapter 'lost laughter' and after the chapter 'a laughter in the dark'.
And to also see the perspective of the family.
Rita and Lynn Sr. were in the middle of their usual routine, picking up their children one by one from school. The day had been like any other, filled with laughter and chatter as they eagerly awaited the arrival of their beloved kids. First, they picked up Lori, She hopped into the van with a smile, ready to share stories from her day.
Next came Leni, She hopped in, her arms filled with colorful sketches and fabric swatches, excitedly discussing her latest design ideas. Luna, the family's talented musician, joined them next, her guitar slung over her shoulder, strumming a catchy tune that filled the van with a lively rhythm.
Lynn, was the next to join the growing group. She hopped in with her soccer ball in hand, sharing tales of her latest victories on the field. The van was filled with laughter and sibling banter as they continued their journey.
The van was bustling with life as they made their way to the next stop. Lucy, joined them with her signature black attire and mysterious aura. She quietly settled into her seat, her presence adding a touch of intrigue to the lively atmosphere.
Next was Lisa, her glasses perched on her nose as she excitedly shared her latest scientific discoveries. Lola joined them with her tiara sparkling in the sunlight, regaling everyone with tales of her latest pageant triumphs.
Finally, Lana, climbed into the van with a muddy pair of boots, her pockets filled with rocks and bugs she had collected during her outdoor escapades. The van was now filled to the brim with the vibrant personalities of the Loud family.
Just as they were settling into their usual chatter, Rita's phone rang, silencing the cheerful atmosphere. She quickly reached for her phone, her heart pounding with a mix of anticipation and anxiety. With a trembling hand, she answered the call, her voice filled with worry.
"Hello?" Rita said, her voice laced with concern.
"Hello, are you Rita Loud?" a calm voice on the other end of the line asked.
"Yes, this is Rita. Who is this?" she replied curiously
"I'm Doctor Russell, and it seems that your son, Lincoln Loud, has been extremely injured," the doctor explained, his tone serious.
Rita's breath caught in her throat, and her eyes widened in shock. "What!?" she exclaimed, her voice filled with worry and fear.
"Luckily, his sister Luan was able to call 911 and bring him to the hospital," Doctor Russell continued, trying to provide some reassurance.
The other children in the van overheard the conversation, their minds instantly filled with concern and panic. Their cheerful chatter turned into a worried silence as they anxiously awaited any news about their beloved brother.
"Is Lincoln okay!?" Lori almost shouted, her voice trembling with fear.
Doctor Russell paused for a moment, sensing the urgency in Rita's voice and the worry in Lori's question. "He's in critical condition, but the medical team is doing everything they can to stabilize him," he replied, his voice filled with empathy.
Tears welled up in Rita's eyes, and she clutched the phone tightly, her heart aching for her injured son. Lynn Sr., who had been listening intently, gripped the steering wheel tighter, his knuckles turning white as he tried to maintain control.
The van became a whirlwind of emotions as the children's voices blended into a chorus of questions and concern. Each sibling desperately sought answers about Lincoln's condition, their worry and fear palpable in their voices.
Rita took a deep breath, trying to steady herself. "Please, Doctor Russell, keep us updated on his condition. We're on our way," she said, her voice filled with determination.
As they hurriedly made their way into the hospital, the Loud family's hearts pounded with a mix of fear and anticipation. Their footsteps echoed through the sterile corridors, the sound of worry and concern filling the air. As they reached Lincoln's room, they were met with a sight that sent a shiver down their spines.
Luan sat by Lincoln's side, her face etched with worry, her eyes red from crying. Lincoln lay in the hospital bed, covered in bandages, his face pale. The sight of their usually energetic and lively brother lying so still and injured was a devastating blow to the family.
With a mix of hope and trepidation, the Loud family approached the room, their eyes filled with tears and their hearts heavy with concern. However, their path was abruptly blocked by Doctor Russell, a stern expression on his face.
"Sorry, ma'am, but you and your family can't go in right now," Doctor Russell informed them, his voice filled with sympathy.
The family's initial shock quickly turned into frustration and protest. Luna, known for her fiery temper, couldn't contain her anger. "That's bogus!" she exclaimed, her voice laced with frustration. "We just want to see our brother!"
Rita, though worried and anxious, maintained her composure, her voice filled with determination. "Please, Doctor Russell, we understand there are protocols, but we need to be there for our son," she pleaded, her eyes pleading for understanding.
Doctor Russell sighed, his gaze softening as he looked at the distraught family before him. He understood their desperation and the importance of their presence for Lincoln's recovery. "I understand your concerns, but Lincoln is currently undergoing a critical procedure" he explained, his voice filled with empathy. "The medical team needs to focus and ensure his stability before allowing visitors."
The family's frustration turned into a mix of understanding and impatience. They knew deep down that the doctors and nurses were doing everything they could to save Lincoln, but their longing to be by his side was overwhelming.
Rita took a deep breath, her voice filled with determination. "Please, Doctor Russell, keep us updated on his condition. We'll be right here, waiting," she said, her voice filled with unwavering determination.
As the family reluctantly stepped back from the room, their hearts heavy with worry, they found solace in each other's presence. They huddled together, their arms wrapped around one another, drawing strength from their unbreakable bond as they waited anxiously for any news about Lincoln.
As the family anxiously waited in the hospital's waiting area, their eyes filled with worry and their hearts heavy with concern, Luan emerged from Lincoln's room. Her eyes were red and teary, but there was a glimmer of happiness in her smile, as if she had just experienced a heartfelt conversation with her brother.
Lynn Sr., unable to contain his worry any longer, rushed towards Luan. "Is Lincoln okay?" he asked, his voice trembling with concern.
Luan's smile wavered slightly as she looked at her father. "He's okay, Dad," she replied, her voice filled with a mix of relief and worry. "He's injured, but the doctors are doing everything they can to help him."
Rita, her voice filled with concern, stepped closer to Luan. "Luan, what happened?" she asked, her eyes searching for answers.
Luan hesitated for a moment, her gaze shifting between her family members. "I can't exactly tell you that," she finally said, her voice filled with a hint of secrecy.
Confusion and concern washed over the faces of the Loud family. "Why not?" Rita pressed, her voice tinged with worry.
Luan took a deep breath, her eyes filled with a mix of sadness and determination. "Well, let's just say that Lincoln needs some space right now," she explained, her voice filled with empathy. "He's been through a lot, and he will tell you guys everything at the right time."
The family exchanged worried glances, their hearts heavy with the weight of unanswered questions. However, they trusted Luan's judgment and respected Lincoln's need for privacy.
Rita, though filled with concern, wrapped her arms around Luan, offering comfort and support. "Thank you, Luan," she whispered, her voice filled with gratitude. "We trust you, and we'll be here for Lincoln whenever he's ready to share."
Luan nodded, tears streaming down her face. "Thank you, Mom," she replied, her voice choked with emotion. "I know Lincoln will appreciate your support."
Despite not sharing the details of his experience with his family just yet, the Loud family recognized the importance of providing Lincoln with professional support. They decided to seek out a therapist who could help him navigate through his emotional struggles and aid in his healing process.
Days turned into weeks, and Lincoln's physical wounds began to heal. The scars faded, and his body regained its strength. But it was the progress he made mentally that truly brought a smile to his face. With the guidance of his therapist, Lincoln started to unravel the layers of his trauma and confront the deep-rooted issues that had been haunting him.
Through therapy sessions, Lincoln discovered coping mechanisms to manage his anxiety and fears. He learned to express his emotions in healthier ways, finding solace in writing and art. The therapist provided him with a safe space to share his thoughts and feelings, offering guidance and support along the way.
As Lincoln's mental health improved, his happiness began to shine through. He found joy in spending time with his family, engaging in activities he once loved, and even rediscovering new passions. His laughter echoed through the halls of the Loud house, bringing warmth and light to the lives of his loved ones.
he's finally happy...
Though that happiness might not be there for long.
Lost laughter
Chapter Summary
(Lincoln starts to see the drastic change in demeanor on Luan, she starts to be distant, her eyes are dull, curious and concerned for her sister Lincoln wanted to be there for Luan, as she was there for him.
But... one morning, she was just... gone)
Lincoln's eyes fluttered open, he glanced at the clock on his bedside table. It displayed the early hour of 5:00 am. Realizing he needed to relieve himself, he swung his legs over the edge of the bed and quietly made his way towards the bathroom. As he stepped out of his room, he noticed Luan standing in the hallway, her appearance strikingly different from her usual cheerful self.
"Luan! Why are you up this early?" Lincoln inquired, his voice filled with curiosity and concern.
Luan turned towards him, her lips forming a forced smile. "Oh, hi Lincoln," she replied, her voice lacking its usual playful tone. "I woke up early today," she added, her words sounding somewhat dull
Lincoln furrowed his brow, sensing that something was off. He studied Luan's face, searching for any signs of distress or hidden emotions. Her eyes, usually vibrant and full of life, seemed dull and distant.
"Are you sure everything's okay, Luan?" Lincoln asked gently, his voice laced with genuine concern. "You seem different these past few weeks."
Luan hesitated for a moment, her smile faltering. "I'm fine, Lincoln," she lied as She averted her gaze, avoiding his concerned eyes.
Lincoln's intuition told him that Luan was hiding something, but he didn't want to invade her personal space or make her feel uncomfortable. He decided to respect her boundaries for now, hoping that she would open up when she was ready.
"Okay, if you say so," Lincoln replied, his voice tinged with a hint of worry. "Just remember, I'm here for you if you ever want to talk."
As Luan walked past Lincoln, he couldn't shake off the feeling that something was amiss. He entered the bathroom, closing the door behind him, and took a moment to collect his thoughts. As he relieved himself, his mind wandered to his own journey of healing and self-discovery.
Thoughts of his past struggles with mental health flooded his mind. Lincoln had experienced his fair share of dark moments, but he had slowly learned to navigate through them, seeking help and finding solace in the support of his family and friends. He hoped that Luan would find the same strength within herself to confront whatever she was going through.
Finishing up in the bathroom, Lincoln washed his hands and splashed some water on his face. He looked at himself in the mirror, his reflection mirroring a mix of concern and determination. He knew that he couldn't force Luan to open up, but he could be there for her, ready to offer support whenever she was ready to share.
As Lincoln left the bathroom, he made a silent promise to himself. He would keep a watchful eye on Luan, ready to lend an ear or a shoulder to lean on whenever she needed it. He knew that healing took time and that everyone had their own journey, but he also knew the power of love and understanding.
After returning to his bedroom, Lincoln felt a wave of exhaustion wash over him. The events of the morning had left him emotionally drained. He decided to lie down for a quick nap before school, hoping that a few moments of rest would rejuvenate his spirit.
it was morning, the sounds of his sisters' laughter and chatter drifted through the walls. The familiar chaos of the Loud household filled the air, reminding Lincoln that life was still moving forward, He could hear their footsteps echoing in the hallway, their voices overlapping in animated conversations.
But amidst the usual commotion, there was one voice missing. Luan's vibrant laughter and witty remarks were conspicuously absent. Concerned, Lincoln slowly swung open his bedroom door, revealing the bustling scene outside. His sisters were scattered throughout the hallway, chatting, shouting, and getting ready for the day ahead.
However, Luan's absence stood out like a sore thumb. Her room door was closed, and there was an unusual silence surrounding it. Lincoln's worry intensified, and he made a quick decision to go outside and investigate.
As he walked to the hallway, the noise from his sisters grew louder. He could hear Lola and Lana arguing over who got to use the bathroom first, while Lisa was engrossed in a scientific experiment in her room. The aroma of breakfast wafted through the air, a mix of pancakes and bacon, courtesy of Lynn Sr.'s culinary skills.
But amidst the chaos, there was an eerie stillness. The absence of Luan's laughter, usually the soundtrack to their mornings, created a void that Lincoln couldn't ignore. He reached the bottom of the stairs and glanced around, searching for any sign of his troubled sister.
His eyes landed on the closed door of the hallway, where Luan often retreated to practice her comedy routines. A knot formed in Lincoln's stomach as he approached the door, his heart pounding with worry. He hesitated for a moment, unsure of what he might find on the other side.
Summoning his courage, Lincoln gently pushed open the door, revealing a dimly lit room.
The soft strumming of Luna's guitar filled the air, creating a soothing ambiance. Lincoln's eyes met Luna's, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of comfort in her presence.
"Hey Luna," Lincoln called out, his voice filled with a mix of concern and curiosity.
Luna looked up from her guitar, a warm smile spreading across her face. "What's up, little bro?" she replied, her voice filled with genuine affection.
Lincoln took a deep breath, trying to find the right words. "Have you seen Luan lately?" he asked, his voice tinged with worry.
Luna's smile faded slightly, her brows furrowing in concern. She paused for a moment, searching her memory. "No, sorry, bro," she replied, her voice laced with genuine concern. "But now that you've mentioned it, I did see her wake up really early this morning."
Lincoln's heart sank at Luna's response. The fact that Luan had woken up early without any explanation only deepened his worry. He thanked Luna for her help, but as he turned to leave, Luna's concern lingered in her eyes.
"Hey, Lincoln," Luna called out, her voice filled with a mix of worry and curiosity. "If you find out what's going on with Luan, let me know, okay? I'm here for her too."
Lincoln nodded, appreciating Luna's support. "Thanks, Luna," he replied, his voice filled with gratitude. "I'll definitely keep you in the loop."
With that, Lincoln left Luna's room, his mind racing with questions and concern. He couldn't shake the feeling that something was amiss with Luan, and he was determined to find out what it was. As he made his way back to his own room, he couldn't help but wonder what had caused Luan to wake up so early and why she seemed to be avoiding everyone.
The house was still filled with the usual sounds of his sisters getting ready for the day, but Lincoln's focus was solely on finding Luan. He knew he had to approach her with care and understanding, allowing her the space to open up when she was ready. With each step he took, his determination grew stronger, and he silently vowed to be there for his sister, no matter what she was going through.
As Lincoln got ready to go to school, the sound of his mom's voice echoed through the house. "KIDS! Breakfast!" she shouted, her voice carrying a sense of urgency. Lincoln's heart sank as he realized that Luan was still nowhere to be found. He glanced at his other sisters, noticing the unease that lingered in their eyes.
They all made their way downstairs, the usual banter and laughter replaced by an uncomfortable silence. The atmosphere in the kitchen felt heavy, as if everyone was holding their breath, waiting for someone to break the tension. Lincoln looked at his dad, hoping for some answers.
"Dad," Lincoln spoke up, his voice filled with a mix of concern and desperation. "Have you seen Luan today?"
His dad's face mirrored the worry that had settled upon the family. He shook his head, his eyes filled with a mixture of confusion and concern. "Sorry, honey," his dad replied, his voice tinged with worry. "I haven't seen her today."
The realization hit them all at once. Luan's absence was not just a fleeting moment; it had been going on for weeks. The family exchanged glances, their worry growing with each passing second. The once vibrant and lively Luan had become distant, slipping away from their grasp.
"Now that you mention it," Rita, their mom, chimed in, her voice filled with concern. "Luan has seemed distant these past few weeks. I thought it was just a phase, but now I'm starting to worry."
The weight of their collective worry settled upon the breakfast table, casting a shadow over their morning routine. The usual sounds of clinking cutlery and sips of juice were replaced by a heavy silence. Lincoln's mind raced with questions, his heart aching for his sister.
As they finished their breakfast in silence, Lincoln couldn't shake the feeling that something was deeply wrong. He knew he had to take action, to find out what was happening with Luan. The bond between the siblings was strong, and Lincoln was determined to be there for her, to offer support and understanding.
After a long and restless day at school, Lincoln found himself standing outside, waiting for the van to pick him up. As his sisters were picked up one by one, Lincoln's eyes scanned the familiar faces, searching for Luan. But with each passing sister, his heart sank deeper into his chest. Luan was nowhere to be seen.
Finally, Lori, the oldest sister, pulled up in the van. Lincoln's heart raced with a mix of anticipation and anxiety as he approached the vehicle. He climbed into the backseat, hoping against hope that Luan would be there too. However, as he looked around, his heart sank even further. All of his sisters were present, one by one, but Luan's absence was glaringly obvious.
The van ride home was filled with an uncomfortable silence. Lincoln's mind was consumed with worry, his thoughts racing as he tried to make sense of Luan's sudden disappearance. He stole glances at his sisters, hoping to find some answers in their expressions, but they all seemed just as perplexed and concerned as he was.
As they arrived home, Lincoln's anxiety reached its peak. He rushed inside, hoping to find some clue, some indication of where Luan might be. The house felt empty without her laughter and pranks. The walls seemed to echo with her absence, amplifying the worry that had settled upon the family.
As the hours turned into days and Luan remained missing, a heavy cloud of worry settled over the family. Lincoln's parents, Lynn Sr. and Rita, were consumed with concern, their faces etched with lines of anxiety. Each passing day without any news of Luan deepened their distress, and they struggled to maintain a sense of normalcy for the sake of their other children.
The once lively and laughter-filled household now felt somber and quiet. The absence of Luan's pranks and jokes left an emptiness that seemed to permeate every corner of their home. The family gathered in the living room, their faces reflecting a mix of sadness, confusion, and growing desperation.
Lincoln, determined to find his sister, had taken it upon himself to investigate her disappearance. He spent countless hours scouring the internet, searching for any clues or leads that could shed light on Luan's whereabouts. He reached out to her friends, classmates, and even acquaintances, hoping that someone had seen or heard something that could help in the search.
Days turned into weeks, and weeks turns into months and the weight of uncertainty began to take its toll on Lincoln. Sleepless nights were spent tossing and turning, his mind consumed by thoughts of Luan's safety and well-being. He couldn't help but blame himself, wondering if there was something he could have done differently, some sign he had missed that could have prevented her disappearance.
Meanwhile, the rest of the family rallied together, organizing search parties and distributing missing person flyers throughout the town. They reached out to local authorities, pleading for any assistance they could provide. The community, touched by the family's plight, joined in the efforts, offering support and spreading the word through social media and local news outlets.
As the search intensified, the family's hope began to waver. weeks turned to months and still, there was no sign of Luan.
Eight months had passed since Luan's disappearance, and the family had grown weary and disheartened. The once relentless search efforts had dwindled, and a cloud of resignation settled over the household. Everyone, except for Lincoln, had reached the point of exhaustion, ready to accept the painful reality that Luan might never be found.
But Lincoln, fueled by a mix of desperation and determination, had a plan. It was a risky plan, one that carried the potential for both salvation and destruction. He knew that if he shared his idea with his family, it would undoubtedly cause turmoil and disagreement. Yet, he couldn't shake the nagging feeling that this was their last chance to bring Luan back home.
Chapter End Notes
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