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[color=crimson][h2]Mason[/h2][/color][sub][color=black]Location:[/color] Home
[color=black]Interacting with:[/color] The Dead and Dying [/sub]
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Mason stared at the unlit fireplace with a blank expression on his face. It was old and showed a lot of use, but they hadn't had a fire yet, with all the boxes cluttered around. Probably wasn't very safe. It wasn't like the other fireplace back at his old home. The one where, as a child, they would light a fire on those cold winter nights and huddle around keeping warm, telling stories. Now only a quiet room remained of what had once been, and ironically, his old home had burned down. He didn't like to think about his old home much anymore. Or the memories of the old fireplace.

Next to him on the leather couch, in that cluttered living room, was a bag of Doritos that he occasionally would eat, and on the table in front of him was a glass of water. Doritos were his favorite chip but his appetite had alluded him for the longest time, he had been working on this particular bag for about a week now and it was only half empty. The water in the glass was half full, but it had been full about three hours ago. Or how ever long it had been since he sat down, there wasn't a clock in that room. And his phone... His phone was on silent upside down next to his glass of water. He should probably check it some time soon, but after the first time his sisters found him worried and afraid because he hadn't text them back, they had let it drop.

Ah his sisters. Ever since they had moved, and the insurance money had come in, they had started acting like proper adults. Mason supposed they had to, they probably didn't want to, but they had to. If not for themselves, then for him but most of the time he found himself not really caring. They had noticed of course, got him help from the doctors but he never took the medicine, and the therapist would never, could never, understand him. He never wanted to go, but at the same time he never told them that. Today he didn't have to go, but if he felt any relief he didn't show it. Mason didn't really feel anything besides numbness anymore, but that was okay. It was better then having to feel, he knew that. His sisters didn't know that either, but they wouldn't be home for a couple more hours. Both had gotten part-time jobs after the... after things went back to normal. Waiting for school and all, wanting to help pay for the new apartment and all that they lived in now. His grandparents on his mother's side sent money to them as well, they had came for the funerals but they owned a business in the Midwest that couldn't be shut down or given away anytime soon. While his sisters, even though it was painful, admitted they had wanted to stay in New York. it was home after all.

Mason went to grab his glass for a drink, but as he did he heard the door open. Which one of his sister's would it be? Was it even time for them to be home? He flipped his phone over and looked at the time, it was only two o'clock, it would be another two hours before either of his sister's got home. Then who had come in? He heard no footsteps, so he turned around slowly but saw nothing. Perhaps it had been nothing after all? probably just a neighbor he told himself, it was nothing to worry about after all. He turned his head back around and his brother stared back at him from across the table.

Mason froze up, Henry simply smiled at him. Mason didn't know what was going on, but he breathed slowly in and out. he closed his eyes,
then opened them again but Henry was still there smiling at him. [color=crimson]"I'm dreaming aren't I?"[/color] Mason asked calmly.

Henry chuckled, [color=gold]"Nope. Sorry to burst your bubble baby bro."[/color]

Mason twitched, trying to gain some semblance of what was going on. He felt like he was going to breakdown, and cry but that wouldn't help anything. Now in a somewhat shaky voice mason asked, [color=crimson]"How? If I'm awake, how are you here? You..."[/color] His voice choked, he couldn't say it. This was some messed up trick, had he taken medicine today?

[color=gold]"Died? Yeah I know. Just thought I'd pop out and say hello. It's not like you were doing anything today. Or any day for that matter."[/color]

Mason scowled subtly, it definitely sounded like his brother, even spoke like him. But he was gone now. This was all wrong. It was seriously starting to unravel him, he could feel it. Seeing his brother brought back memories and feelings he wanted nothing more then to suppress. They didn't need to exist, they couldn't exist.

[color=crimson]"What? What do you mean pop out? This isn't possible."[/color]

[color=gold]"Now now Mace, who said anything about it being possible?"[/color] Then he heard the door open again and he looked away, this time Bridget's voice echoed down the hallway in a sing-song voice. [color=cyan]"I'm home, And I brought your favorite, Grimaldi’s pepporni pizza!"[/color]

When Mason looked back, Henry was gone and he found himself slightly shocked. That had brought him close to feeling something, and he wasn't quite sure how to react. So he sat there motionless again as Bridget walked in. [color=cyan]"Didn't you hear me Mace? It's pizza for dinner."[/color]

Mason looked at the fireplace. After a moment he said, [color=crimson]"Awesome."[/color] In a flat voice. Unbeknownst to Mason, a tear fell down his sister's face as she walked away.