::I Never Died:: - ::Afton Family x Y/n child::

Chapter 1

In a world where death is inevitable. Many fear it, some even long for it, but as for myself....I just want people to live a full life, a happy life at that.

The night air was cold as it glazed my nose over with a pink hue. I could see my breath escape my mouth as it disappeared into the cool night. The only warmth I experienced was the warmth of the red jacket behind me. Their breathing was slow and calm, their arms resting around my small waist in order to keep me warm. I felt a sneeze tickle my nose, suddenly letting it out which made the body behind me jump a bit.

They let out a small laugh before saying, "careful there, you might fall off the roof if you don't settle down", the boy's voice was sort of husky and quiet due to being quiet in the cold air for so long.

"Don't worry! I won't fall! Besides, you're here to keep me from falling" I responded with a smile. I turn to face the boy and he then gives me a mischievous smile before jerking my body towards the end of the roof.

"MICHAEL!" I suddenly screamed out in panic, grabbing onto his arms for support. He laughed some more before suddenly lifting me up and throwing me into the air. My mind was racing and yet I loved the feeling, the feeling of flight, to soar. I made my way back down to his arms and then he caught me with a spin. I couldn't help but laugh along with him as he spun me. He then caught his breath and placed me into his lap back on the blanket on the roof. We sat like this for much longer, just talking about life and such.

To tell the truth, this was the happiest I had ever been in awhile, but, how long would this last? All happiness comes to an end doesn't it?

"Hey Michael, can I ask you something?" I said in a low tone.

"Sure! What's up?" he asked.

"If I died... would you miss me?" I asked. I could feel Michael's body freeze below me, his pulse suddenly slow.

"Now, why in the world would you ask me that?" Michael asked. "Don't tell me you are thinking of doing the unthinkable right?".

"No, of course not!" I said.

"Good, alright, well.... of course I would be sad. You are my littlest sister after all. It would be a real shame to die at four years old don't you think?" Michael asked.

"Even...if it was a good death" I whimpered. I could see the confusion and frustration in Michaels eyes. I mean, I understand why he is reacting this way. I did ask him a pretty deep question coming from my four year old self, but honestly I couldn't help it. The meaning of death always interested me.

"Y/n... look at me" Michael suddenly said. I looked up at him meeting his ocean blue eyes. "I don't know where this is coming from, but the death of an innocent child will never be a 'good death' alright?" he firmly said. I nodded my head as I couldn't help but have tears start to swell in my eyes. I was just a kid after all.

"Whatever weird show or book you just read, I want you to get that ideal out of your head. You shouldn't be thinking about things like that at such a young age. None of us are going to die anytime soon, so please, forget about it ok?" Michael pleaded. The tears were now pooling out of my eyes. He suddenly grabbed me close as I cried into his shoulder.

"Just forget about it....just forget...."

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I suddenly woke up with a large gasp, the sheets around me were covered in sweat and my hands clenched the sheets around me. I heard a creak from the door as my little head looked over the sheets. A dark shadow cast from where the figure of a boy stood, his shadow filled the room.

"Y/n... are you alright?" he asked, his hand clutching a flashlight tightly. Without hearing a response the boy walked over to my bed to examine my state. His eyes softened a bit before he sat on the other side of the bed making it sink a bit. He tucked his knees into himself and wrapped his arms around them with his flashlight still in his hand.