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These Four Walls

Sam watched her go before he turned, and walked away from her, putting his skateboard back on the floor and using it to go to Ethan's. Before, he had just wanted to get high and burn shit in his back garden, but now he wanted to know what Evie was doing there.
 
(Oookayy)


*Time skip*


Evie dragged her feet slowly up their driveway. She was wondering how she could get into the house without her parents questioning her when a tall tree caught her eye. One of its branches lead right into her bedroom. She moved toward it and climbed it with ease.


She used to climb the tree with Sam all the time when they were younger. Now, even though Sam refuses to climb it again, Evie climbed it and sat on the highest branch whenever she felt low. It was like her personal ironical metaphor.


She jumped into her room and hurried to her bed, throwing herself on it.


Long day.
 
Sam pushed open Ethan's door, and walked inside the house, breathing in the smell of smoke and alcohol. He walked up to Ethan's room, pushing the door open and walking in. "Why was my sister here?" He demanded, and Ethan groaned, before explaining exactly what she'd asked and what he had told her.
 
She was snuggling up against her soft comforter and in the middle of a sweet dream when the slam of a door woke her up. Sam must've come home, she thought instantly.


She groaned and looked at the time on her phone. Why did this time of the night always feel like Deja vu to her?
 
Sam walked into the house and up the stairs, and straight into the bathroom. He walked over to the sink and splashed water over his face, feeling slightly sick at what he'd been told by Ethan before he'd left his house. Not about his sister, but about what he had to do.
 
She stared up at her ceiling for a bit, staring at the glowing stars that she had pasted when she was 8. Childhood was so simple, pure and fun. Growing up was boring.
 
Tomorrow, that's when he had to do it. He didn't want to, but it was kill or be killed in the world that he had got himself into, he had dug himself a grave by being remotely associated with Ethan, and now he had to lie in it. He looked at himself in the mirror, and sighed, before leaving the bathroom and walking down the hall. He hesitated outside of Evie's bedroom.
 
"Yeah," he called back, quietly, so as not to wake his parents. He rested his palm against her door, and sighed, "Go to sleep, Evie." He walked away from her door, and over to his own room. He shut the door behind him and pulled off his clothes before collapsing on his bed.
 
Sam woke up the next morning feeling sick to his stomach, he pushed himself off his bed and went through his usual routine, showering, dressing, all the usual stuff, as though it was a completely normal morning. But it wasn't, because when Sam had finished with his routine, he walked back into his bedroom, shut the door behind him, and went over to his rug. He lifted it up, and felt for the loose floorboards underneath it. He pulled up the floorboards, and looked down at the gun hidden underneath it.
 
Evie rubbed her eyes and went into the surprisingly empty bathroom. Sam was suspiciously early today. He was actually the person that hated mornings the most in that family.


Not thinking much of it, Evie brushed her teeth and took a quick shower. Then she dressed up and walked downstairs.
 
Sam stared at it for a moment, thinking perhaps, if he didn't take it, then he wouldn't have to accept the reality of what he had to do. But he reached down, and took it into his hands anyway, before shoving it in his school bag and pretending like he had never seen it. He stood, and pulled on his sneakers, before walking downstairs and trying to pretend like he didn't have a gun in his bag. He didn't stop for breakfast, instead he grabbed a cereal bar from the pantry, and walked out of the door without saying anything to anyone.
 
Evie hurried after Sam after bidding a quick goodbye to her parents. She needed his help for one of her projects and she knew that if she didn't tell him beforehand, he won't even bother to come home later.


"Hey, Sam! Wait up!", she called out, running after him.
 
Sam cursed under his breath and turned to look at his sister, but he didn't stop walking. However, he did slow his pace slightly, letting her catch up. "What do you want?" He asked her, when they were beside each other.
 
"Remember that project work that left you restless for days last year?", she asked before continuing without a reply. "Well, I've got that same assignment and I need you to tell me all the Do s and Don't-do s later. Be home at five today!"


With that, she jogged away to catch up with a friend she just saw.
 
Sam sighed, he remembered that project like it was his worst enemy, he had stressed over it for days and days, but he'd managed to salvage at least a solid C, and that was all that really mattered to him in the end. He didn't think he wanted to help Evie, but he knew he had to. He had to act normal, even if what he was about to do wasn't normal at all.


He carried on walking to school, his eyes on the ground and his heart beating steadily. He was afraid, terrified even, but it had to be done.
 

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