FEGG - G9 - Edmund - Chapter 4

 Lukas's house was big and beautiful.

Not as beautiful as our old home, but I liked it anyway.

 The first thing my sister did was to redo her and Lukas's room.

 Then she redid my room too. 

 I was the chef in our house. I made breakfast, lunch and dinner to everyone.

 I wanted to learn every single recipe.

 Lukas's mother, Estella Olivia, didn't like the fact of me cooking.

Not that she had anything against me, she just thought I shouldn't do it, I was the "guest".

 And so was my sister, even though she ran around in her underwear.

 "I'm sorry about what happened with your parents." Estella said.

 Sheila looked at her. "I'm sorry too, even though it's my parents."

 "I think it was wrong by your mother to leave you two. She could have waited a few years. At least until Edmund became old enough to live alone."

 "Don't blame her, she visited us almost every other day!"

 "But she still left you! That's not right."

 I sat down at the table, with a plate full of pancakes. I didn't sat anything.

I didn't blame our mother, but I was sad of what she did. Estella was right, she shouldn't have left us.

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 But I don't think Sheila minded too much.

 She just loved being close to her boyfriend every single day.

 Kristin didn't live here, so for me, it was way boring.

 But she tried to visit me very often. She knew I felt lonely in this house.

 And Kristin and Sheila became very good friends. 

FEGG - G9 - Edmund - Chapter 3

After mom, Sheila was the one who cried the most. Lucky for her, he had a shoulder to cry on.

Her new boyfriend Lukas's shoulder.

 Also one of my best friends. 

 I also had a wonderful girlfriend. Kristin was her name.

 But poor mom had no one. Except the therapist. 

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 It was about a month after dad's death.

Mom called my sis and I to a meeting in the kitchen. 

 "My therapist... and I have talked..." mom began. "She thinks that I need to.. I don't know... relax for a couple of weeks. She says I shouldn't be here in this house anymore."

 "What... What are you saying? Are you thinking about moving? I don't want to move, mom! This is where dad is. We can't leave him here!" Sheila said.

"Not... not really... You kids won't move with me. I'm actually not moving to a house... I'm moving to the hospital."

 Sheila stared at mom. "Hospital? But you aren't sick! There's no need to be hospitalized when you're just depressed!"

 "You don't understand sweetheart." mom said. "It's not just a depression, she's worried that it's more than that. She wants me to rest at the hospital for awhile, it won't be a long time."

 Sheila looked at me. I had nothing to say. I was stunned.

 "What will happen to me and Edmund?" Sheila said. "We can't live alone here!"

 Mom wrapped her into a hug. "You'll do just fine. I'll visit you so often I can. I promise."

"I love you mom." Sheila sobbed. "I wish nothing of this ever happened."

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 The weeks passed by. It was just me and Sheila in the house.

Well, if you discount Lukas and Kristin, those times they were at our house.

 Sheila thought she was getting fat, so she started to run on the treadmill.

She even started thinking it was really fun, so she started to study athletics.

 Mom visited us sometimes, but for each time, she just looked more and more tired and weak.

 I was so worried for her. I didn't want mom do die too.

 My sister graduated school and she was starting to think about moving.

 That means, I will be left alone.

 "I talked to Lukas." Sheila said, while putting a piece of cake in her mouth. "He said that we could move in with him and his mother."

"We?" I stared at Sheila.

"Of course, 'we'! You didn't think I would leave you all alone, did you?"

FEGG - G9 - Edmund - Chapter 2

Cosmo

My kids were on prom. Having a great time.

 I was in the kitchen.

When I heard a scream.

 I turned around and saw puddle on the floor.

Demond sat on his knees in it.

 He was all black and black smoke poured out of him. 

He laid his hand on the heart and collapsed on the floor.

 He just lay there.

"Honey..?" I said and stared at him. I couldn't move or anything, I just stood there, frozen on my spot next to the fridge.

It was first when the Reaper came, I could do anything.

My brain suddenly understood what had happened.

 I covered my face with my hands and started crying.

 I just looked up when the whole kitchen started sparkle.

 It was just Demond's body who was brought away.

 Something that sounded like a strangled scream, left my throat and I felt the tears rushing down my cheeks.

 I sank down on the floor. 

 And stared at the little urn.

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 I decided not to tell the kids yet.

Instead, I put the urn on the kitchen counter, and grabbed some ice cream from the freezer.

 Then I just went to bed. Even though it was just 7 PM.

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Edmund

 Something was different when I got home. But I couldn't put my finger on what it was.

 The dishwasher was still broken. I thought dad should fix it.

 And I saw a weird... stone... box on the kitchen counter.

I stared at it for a little while. It was something about that box. 

But at last, I shook my head, and walked out to my room.

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 Of course mom told us kids, what had happened.

And I had never seen a more sad soul, than mom. Sheila and I cried too, of course, but not as much as mom.

I was honestly happy I moved out to my sisters room, because when we walked into the house in the mornings, we could hear mom cry in her bed.

Every.

Single.

Morning.

 We made a beautiful place for dad's gravestone, next to a tree.

 And mom cutted her hair. Actually, she changed look altogether. 

Nowadays she just walked around in hoodies and sweatpants, with bags under the eyes and her short hair in a mess.

 Except today, when we had the funeral.