Ethan woke up at 2. He was still sleepy but he decided to go ahead and watch the television until Nanny came. He rinsed his eyes and changed into new clothes. He called Yam but did not get a reply.
He went out of his room to look around. He noticed the bloodstained floor and was shocked. He followed the trail that led to the frontyard. He noticed the figure by the window and was dumbstruck.
He dashed to the upper floor and went into his parent's room, locked himself in the room and then entered the cupboard with wooden grill. He looked out from the gaps he hid in the furs that hung. He shut his mouth with his hand and cried.
He fainted out of fear. He woke up to the breaking door where he saw the house on fire. The firefighters were trying to save him. He lay peacefully as he was being carried in the arms and was passed toward the door.
He lay on the bed and sighed a sigh of relief. He looked at his burning house and saw the figure stand by the window, looking at him. He saw the figure against the blazing fire. He found it very odd. The figure was not as large as he thought it looked. It was more like a child. A child playing with fire.
At the hospital, Ethan's mother came to see him. The doctors were glad that the boy was not hurt. Claude rushed to his brother and caressed him. The family was glad that Ethan made it out alive.
After a week, Ethan came to his new home with his father. He stood at the door and watched his father walk over to his mother who held his little sister. Claude stood beside them. They were holding their hands out to him, but the crazy man's words kept repeating in his head.
Cursed, he believed he had been cursed. Since then, Ethan changed. He became more quiet and insecure. His eyes became lifeless and still. His blue eyes looked like the calm ocean over his pale face.
His parents were worried. They took him to psychiatrists and doctors, but the results were the same. 'He is too shocked after the fire, trauma and fear have made him lifeless. Try merging with him and loving him. It will probably treat him.'
"Daddy, will Ethan get better?" Claude asked, and Mr.Houston hugged his son, "I hope that he will get better soon."
Ethan's little sister was named Rose. She never received Ethan's love. She saw him everyday, but never saw him smile or worry. She would sigh,and Claude would ask "Claude-nii is here. Why do you get sad?" "I want to play with Ethan-nii and Claude-nii together."
Seasons flew, from the chilling winter to hot summer to the happy spring and dull autumn. Year passed and the little children of the Houstons grew older.
[Hey guys, Author's notice. I will update every Monday from now on.
I will also send character biosketch next along with other information necessary in the story.
See you next Monday.]
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