I’m Not Scared #5

“Yeah?”

“What’s going on?” Peter asked, sitting up away from him.

Adam scratched his head, “My dad sorta wants to kill you.”

“What!?” Peter exclaimed, “Why?”

“He’s just like that; he never really liked his brother. And since you saw him when he killed him, he had to do away with any evidence. Red eyes are a very rare trait,” Adam explained.

Peter numbly nodded trying to process the information.

“So, are you alright?” Adam asked.

“I’m fine now, just a little scared,” Peter replied.

“Of what, the dark?”

“Yeah,” Peter responded feeling slightly embarrassed.

“It’s okay to be a little scared,” Adam said, softly.

“I suppose,” Peter looked away.

“Okay, I think we should go find your mum,” Adam suggested as he stood up.

“…kay.”

Peter picked himself up and followed him. Adam led them through a windy route of twists and turns until they came to a very pitch black room. It wasn’t much different from the hallways but Peter had lost ‘sight’ of Adam.

“Adam?” Peter asked a little panicked.

“Over here!” Adam called over.

‘This is stupid,” he thought to himself as took a deep breath, ‘There’s no point in getting worked up. I need to be brave; I need to get over this.’ Peter gathered up whatever courage he had left in his body and forced himself to move.

“Adam, where are you?” he called out.

“Over here,” Peter felt a hand grab his arm and almost jumped out of his skin.

“I’m sorry,” Adam said, sadly.

“What for?” Peter asked, confused at Adam’s sudden change of behaviour.

“She’s gone.”

‘Mum?’ “S-she’s g-gone?” Peter bit his lip to stop himself from crying.

“I’m sorry, so sorry,” A pair of arms wrapped around his waist.

“It’s okay,” Peter choked out, “Let’s just get out of here.”

Peter found himself through a lot more tunnels before he saw light. It was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen but even the freedom couldn’t stop the tears from pouring down his face.

“We have to get going, Peter,” Adam warned him, “My father will come soon.”

Peter nodded, wiping the tears away. He followed Adam until they reached a boiler room; Adam and Peter quickly put as many flammable things as they could find into a pile. Adam handed Peter a lighter and Peter lit it. The fire quickly spread which caused Adam to grab Peter and drag him out, down the stairs and onto the front garden. Peter and Adam watched as the house quickly caught fire.  
‘HONK!’

Peter turned to see Adam’s mother in the car, waving frantically for them to get inside. This time it was Peter who was the one dragging. They both entered the car and off they went; the burning house disappearing into the distance.

‘The dark isn’t the scary thing,’ Peter thought numbly, ‘it’s the things lurking there, that are.’

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