"...." Mateo was kicking himself now. But then he couldn't be much worse, seeing as he looked like he hadn't slept or eaten or anything in days even though it was only a few hours. "Yeah, same here..."

Seth attempted at a laugh

Mateo gives him a disbelieving look that fails due to his puffy eyes and him looking like the living dead.

Seth didn't look much different.

(xD I love that)

"So...what're you stuck here for?" Mateo asked. SO he wouldn't have to eat.

"My mom's here. She got stabbed." Coincidence? I think not

Mateo sat up. "Stabbed? So did my little brother." The word stasted weird in his mouth, he rearly calle Meinke anything but "my brother". He had no idea where the little brother part came from.


(mwahaha wanna make this the Stab Game? Heart stabs don't always kill and I doubt Mr. Ashy is smart enough to figure out you're supposed to wait til lthe night, then slit their throats in their sleep)

(He only does that if he's feeling merciful...otherwise, they get stabbed in the heart.)

Seth was a little confused. "Really?"

"Yeah. I left him sitting in our front yard's tree to go grab a friend for pizza night and when we get back 5 minutes later, we walk in and he's lying on the floor unconscious with a knife in the chest and a fake suicide note that he never could've written with his dyslexia. That and it was reall yobvious it wasn't from him. My name is definitely not Mathew."

Seth was shaken. "That's almost the same as to what happened with my mother. I know she wpuld never commit suicide. At least, not to my knowledge."