I went straight home after that. I didn't care that I would get in trouble. Mom wouldn't do anything but dad was a problem...

I took out my key from my bag and unlocked the door. I dropped my bag in the living room and started to go up stairs and stopped at my brother's door and opened it.

It was cold as always when I walked in. Everything in here was covered in sheets and dusty. Mom had cut off the electricity to his room when he died and she told me to never go in.

Like I'll listen to her.

I pulled off the sheet that was over his bed and land on it. When I heard the door slam shut and lock which caused me to squeak a little.

'What happened to you.' I heard his voice vibrate all over the room.

"Nothing.." I mumbled and lied back down and got under the covers.

"Liar."

I turn around to face the wall. The room had gotten colder to the point where I could see my own breath and I shivered. I felt something crawling up my neck, like a bug or ..... a spider?

I slapped the spot where it was

Only for it to bite me.

I jumped and looked at it, it was a tarantula, Cain always liked tarantulas. The bed shifted behind me and Cain wrapped his arms around my neck.

'Do you love me?' He whispered.

"Of course I love you big brother." I say back, playing with the spider.

'Do you trust me?'

"Of course I do!" I looked him in the eye and frowned at the question. He smiled and brought me down on the bed.

"Then go to sleep."

~~~~~

I woke up in my room feeling. Like. Crap.

Not only that but it felt like a huge lump in my throat . I groaned and sat up, trying to look at my clock. It was 5:38, so dad should be home.

I opened my door and entered the hallway. I saw Cain's door slightly open, then close, and open again. I guess he wanted me to go in.

I was about to go over until dad called me.

"Nim!" he called coming up the stairs, I turned toward his direction when he came all the way up.

Cain's door closed.

"What's wrong dad?"

He sighed and I noticed a paper in his hand.

"Something bad happened at the school, and when I went there they couldn't find you."

"What happened?" I asked.

He handed me the paper, which was actually a newspaper article. "I'll go cook dinner." With that he walked back down stairs.

I went to Cains door and tried to twist the knob but it wouldn't budge. Instead I went to the bathroom.

I locked the door behind me and sat on the toilet seat. I looked at the article and my eyes widened when I read the head line.

High Schooler Murdered at Summers

Around 3o'clock at Summers sixteen year old Marcus Mathews's body was found or what was left of the body. The investigators say that he was murdered way before the body remains were found.

It seemed as though bile was violently shoved through top corner of the boys locker room, causing his body to-

I dropped the paper and started to cough when I felt the lump in my throat coming up. At first I thought I had to throw up but it was different. Like something was actually crawling up my throat.

'He deserved it...'

I got my breathing right when the feeling stopped and looked in the mirror on the wall. I opened my mouth and looked inside to see if something was in there and nearly choked.

It was the tarantula, covered in blood, I'm my throat.