(two new chapters added)
Elias's life has never been perfect. His own parents abused him at the young age of 7 and never stopped. All the young male had going for him were his friends and brother. But what happens when even they begin to turn their...
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Elias's pov
"Daniel?" I said looking at the greenette infront of me. He turned his head towards me, his cheerful smile replaced with a look I've only ever got from my parents. His behavior was more than a little off. 'Something's not right, I should go' I thought but was immediately cut off.
"You're not going anywhere" he said, his voice cold and distant. I was startled by this. 'Wait, how did he know what I was-' but my train of thought was once again interrupted. "Thinking. Is that what you were gonna say?" "I didn't say anything!" "Exactly."
Daniel turned and started walking towards me as I backed away. "Dan, what are you doing?" "What someone should have done years ago" he said revealing a large kitchen knife he had on him. I finally realized what he was doing but I had already backed myself in a corner.
"Daniel, stop! Please! I'm your brother!" "You aren't my brother!" Those words rung in my head as he lifted up the knife to finally finish what no one else could. I couldn't believe my own brother would be what killed me. I let my tears flow freely as I waited for it to come down. "Elias, wake up!"
I jolted up breathing harder than usual as I processed what just happened. "Whoa, Elias calm down. It was just a dream." I look over to see a familiar sociopath kneeled down beside me. I start to calm myself down when I realized I simply had a nightmare again. "Elias, how much sleep are you getting? We were starting to get worried when you wouldn't wake up" Joe asked concerned. "Sorry. I just can't stop thinking about everything. Especially Daniel."
I felt tears begin to form when I mentioned my brother. It had been two weeks since that happened but it still hurts just as much now as it did then. Jay noticed me crying and swept me into a hug. "Hey. It's okay, buddy. You'll get to see Dan again, I promise. It's just taking a bit to work everything out." I accepted the warm, comforting hug as I could really use one. Joe decided to leave us alone for a bit and went to his bedroom. We stayed like this for awhile until I calmed down.
"Feel better?" "It does help, thank you. But you know you're ruining your reputation as the sociopath, right?" I said jokingly to lift the mood. Jay laughed at this. "Fine, if you wanna play like that" he said with a smirk. I tried to run but he had already grabbed me and pinned me down and began tickling me. "Jay, stop! Let me go!" I said in between laughs.
"Never! You are mine!" "Fuck you!" He kept tickling me for another minute as I struggled to free myself when I guess I accidentally kicked him causing him to fall on me. He just laughed it off but me, I couldn't. Our fun little game had changed. I instinctively kicked Jay off of me almost immediately after he fell. "Stay away from me!" I screamed backing away startling Jay. "Elias, what's wrong!?" Memories. All the memories.
"Elias, it's okay! It's just me!" Jay said coming over to me but I freaked out and pulled out my knife. "Back the fuck up!" I yelled pointing the knife at him causing him to jump back. Jay had a hurt look on his face as he stared at me it disbelief. "E-Elias?" he said tears forming in his eyes which were now open.
