xMICHAELxWILLIAMS
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xlocation: williams family home xxoutfit: here
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xxx"i breathe you in again
xxxjust to feel you underneath my skin.
xxxholding on to the sweet escape
xxxis always laced with
xxx a familiar taste of poison"Even after that had happened, the Williams family kept going. They allowed themselves a few days to mourn and make all the necessary arrangements- but life went on. Even as they were interviewed by the police, they just worked their lives around it. They'd organised a dinner party for a few weeks after the death. Everyone had expected it to be cancelled- but it went ahead as always. And on entering the house, one could not be blamed for forgetting it was a house that had recently seen such a loss. It was neat and tidy as always, flawlessly decorated. The smiles of the hosts were natural, if a tad smaller than usual. They accepted all well wishes with grace.
But, as always, this was a mask. Beneath the surface, the tensions of the questioning and suspicions had taken their toll. The events of the night itself was still taking a toll on some of them. Being unable to trust one's own family can have a terrible effect on a person. Lies had been told. Things had been said that couldn't be taken back. Events had been witnessed that couldn't be forgotten.
Michael Williams, the youngest son, had impressed many. Known for his shyness, he'd dealt surprisingly well with all of the social interaction that the death of his father had brought. He'd still been shy, but he'd been able to hold a decent conversation with most people. On the outside, he had still maintained that perfect image of the perfect son.
On the inside, though, Michael was not doing so well. The events of that night had stuck with him. Sleeplessness. Nightmares when he did sleep. Even the occasional panic attack. His injuries still had to heal, leaving him with a physical reminder of what had happened. He was holding himself together for the benefit of his mother and the family's image.
Even at the dinner party, he was struggling more than he wanted to admit. He'd gotten a few hours sleep the night before, but he'd had so many nightmares, he may as well not have gotten any at all. He'd had to take a break from the socialising to hide out in the kitchen, saying that he had to do a job for his mother. But in reality, he was just trying to take a break and catch his breath. He wasn't sure how much longer he could keep it up.