||Wish I could be a fragile piece of glass to accept my brokenness - Munia Khan||
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A/N: some backstory & a bit of plot. second last chapter of part 1 of the book!!
Klaus Hargreeves grew up with voices in his head.
Growing up it was always so normal for him. They had followed him everywhere since the day he was born, he never knew a life without the voices. But it only got worse and worse until he cracked when he was 13, the day he passed out drunk on the couch after numerous nights of restless sleep.
It was a shock and a relief to him when he took his first drink. He had tried it only because he was curious and he had somehow convinced Five to do it with him. But as he got drunker, he noticed for the first time in his life that the ghosts weren't there.
The Séance then discovered that drugs helped keep the ghosts away better than alcohol did. It only went downhill for the 13 year old after that. He spent most of his time either high or drunk. The only time he got sober was for a single day so he could conjure Ben.
No one in that house cared. Luther and Diego were always too wrapped up in their stupid competition of who was the leader to even notice their brother's suffering. Allison tried her best but there was only so much she could do for her brother. Vanya was too afraid to even talk to him, afraid of being pushed away again. Five was trying to help him but he disappeared only a few months later.
Klaus knew the pain and the weight of death before he had even said his first word. His first word was probably something quite morbid, not that Reginald cared enough to remember it.
The Séance grew up with ghosts instead of friends. He never had friends. He never had a real childhood. It made him grow up fast, knowing that even the person he called 'Dad' didn't even care enough to help him. The person he was supposed to trust was the one to lock him in a mausoleum and push him to drugs.
But it was all really about control. Reginald controlled Klaus. The ghosts controlled Klaus. The drugs were the only thing in his own life that Klaus was able to control himself. He was able to stop the ghosts and the voices, even with the cost of fucking up his whole life.
Klaus tried everything he could to stop the ghosts. He did all the exercises and techniques that his father had taught him. He tried everything he could to get rid of his fear to the dead.
But he was just a kid. A little kid. Who didn't know how to deal with the powers he had been cursed with. Because he was never taught how to. And being a thirteen year old who just wanted the voices to stop, he turned to drugs.
Klaus had decided that if he was able to control how terrible his life was, he would stop caring. He played the part well, an addict who didn't care about anything other than when he was going to get his next high. But he absolutely despised who he was. It was not the person he wanted to be, who he should've been.
