What the storm couldn't catch: part 3, rewritten.
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Gus started looking around frantically, where was everyone???
He crawled over to the house and his arm.. and leg.. phased through the wall. He fully went in and watch the somber house, no one was in the kitchen, the drawings on the fridge were there still.
And something new. His funeral certificate. He ignored it purposefully and went up to his room to the bathtub, to try to see if this was even real,
Where greg-
Gregory?
(Gus wondered if that was even the baby's name. )
The younger boys laughter filled the dirty, dusty and moldy looking room as gus made his way, as fast as he could, over to the bathtub as quick as he could and hung over the edge where the drowned one sat.
The one with the mowhawk stared at him. He *had* the be hallucinating. Greg died YEARS ago!
..his head hurt. Did he die years ago? Decades? Minutes..??
Then again, gus had just.. he didn't want to say it. Not. At. All. It wasn't true. He isn't dead.
Gus grabbed the happy one and held him as he stood.
Well, more like leaned. He sucked in a breath and went into their room. Where.. dawn. Dawn was there.
He didn't like this. Dawn just stared at the locker they had to use, their father dead set on them being raised like goddamn military making them use it. Or, just her now.
The blonde (?) girl carried herself out of the now empty room slowly yet surely. The tallest one, gus, put Greg in his crib for the first time in years, the last time was.. the night before. The night before Gregory's bath.
(Greg could've been 8 by now. Yet he wasn't. All because of their dammed mother. Yet gus still missed her. How could he?)
He shook the thought away and laid in his own bed and tried, unsuccesfully, to sleep.
He gave up after a few hours and stood yet again, going into the secret rooms the father never let them enter often. Gram-gram edith let them , though.
The first was aunt Barbaras room. His father and grandmother spoke of her fondly, but distant.
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A few hours later and now he had a new aunt. well, knew his aunt better. Her skull was showing and legs basically gone, but she spoke fine, she showed him her Bigfoot movie, the house felt haunted due to the movie playing in her room near constantly. Now he knew it was haunted. He never watched it, deeming it corny, (and upsetting that so many passed in this place.)
Though, surprisingly, he loved it! LOVED IT! ugh!
Auntie barb giggled and played it again as she floated to get her surprising clean old crutch to show him. He like history in school, so he knew most of the stuff in Barbara's old textbooks. (he would love, surprising, to be there now because he wouldn't be like.. this.)
He told her about his sister, dawn, and she told him of Molly. Was Molly here too?
He looked at the television again, heavily focused as he was already thinking of ways to get it on the other t.v downstairs, he heard voices in his room. Well, Gregs, dawns and his room, but..
They spoke of Gregory and him. He tuned it out. (It was grandma and dad. They argued of how the latter should've brought him inside. It didn't matter anymore. Too little too late.)
Auntie barb seemingly did the same. Must've been difficult to hear their voices knowing she'll never go back. But gus isn't dead. He can go back!
(He's dead he's dead he's dead he's dead dead dead dead-)
No.
..what was he saying?