The Umbrella Academy Losers Au

018 / Trying to Help

Wc: 329

Seven sits quietly at the table, worried if he's gonna be locked in the room down there. Three gives him a look of "Are you okay?" He nods. Not wanting to talk about it much.

"Eat up. No need to stare at it."

A sound startles Seven. On instinct he reaches back, grabbing the person's wrist. Five pulls away, a look of concern on his face. "L-Let go." He whispers sitting down quickly.

Everyone except Four continues to eat, he sits beside Seven. A semi-scared sketched on his face too. "What's wrong?" Four avoids eye contact.

"What?" "Nothing happened." Five whispers pulling his chair up. Seven brushes it off, beginning to eat as Two and Four giggle quietly.

—a bit later

Seven's feet slide quietly against the hardwood flooring. He wears his knee-high socks, a white t-shirt, and some pajama shorts he forgot about.

He turns around quickly, once again grabbing onto Bill's wrist.

"Stop sneaking up on me." Seven stands shocked as Five flinches at his words. Covering his face with his free hand. He hears a small whisper.

"Just stop sneaking up on me...and acting that way. You guys are worrying me." He whispers letting go and walking away.

Once his door closes he smiles to himself slightly. He knows it's not really good to be feared by others, but when he's been treated a horrible way his entire life, it feels...good?

—

"Seven!" "Huh?" In instinct he jumps up, looking into the hallway. "I-I don't know what happened...I-I didn't do it." He whimpers holding onto Richie's leg, which had a knife stuck in it. One of Two's knives to be exact.

"Go get your med kit or something..." "Stop!" Seven raises his voice, gripping Five's wrist tightly.

"L-Let go. You're h-hurting me." Seven blinks once, his hand lets go. Five whimpers slightly. "Stop!" Four yells clearly in pain.

"I'm just trying to help you..." Two whispers.