Insane?

Chapter 14:

*SHAWN'S POV:

As the glass shattered against my bedroom wall, my vision cleared and my mind sharpened. Did I just throw my glass at the wall?

"Yes, you did, dumbass."

"SHUT UP! STOP TALKING! GET OUT OF MY HEAD!" I screamed, clutching my hair. This voice has been torturing me for the past week. I can't take it anymore. It's slowly taking every piece of sanity I have and crumbling them into nothing.

"I can't leave yet."

"STOP!"

"I don't want to. You have something that I want."

"What do you want? What could you possibly want?!"

"What do I want? I want every last bit of your sanity. I want to watch you suffer and quiver under my fingers. What else do I want? Well, you'll find that out very soon."

"You are driving me mad! I can't take it any longer! Get the hell out of my head!" I yelled once more.The voice stopped, and I slowed my breathing. Finally, maybe it's gone.

As I was about to sit on my bed, a sharp, screechy noise blasted through my head. I dropped to my knees and clawed at my head, praying for it to stop. I screamed at the top of my lungs as it only became louder. "STOP! MAKE IT STOP!" I heard the faint noise of my bedroom door open, but I was in too much pain to look.

I could hear my mother's voice as she gripped at my arms and tried to pull me from my current position. "Shawn, what's wrong?"

"Make it stop! Make it stop!"

"Make what stop, Shawn? Make what stop?"

"THE SCREAMING! MAKE IT STOP! PLEASE MAKE IT STOP!"

"What noise? There is no noise!" she yelled.

My dad rushed in in a matter of minutes and kneeled down next to me. He tried to pull my left arm away from my head, but I refused to move, believing that crushing my head in between my hands would die down the pain. The mumbled words of my frantic parents laced the outside of the noise. I heard questions and suggestions, but everything came to a blur. I felt my throat dry and and my voice was hoarse from screaming. My head was pounding from the clatter that echoed in my eardrums. When everything became quiet, I sat up slowly and looked at my parents. Worry was plastered on their faces and coated their voices.

"What is going on?" Dad asked loudly.

"You didn't hear it?" I asked, looking back and forth at them.

"Hear what, baby? The only noise was you screaming. We heard you all the way from outside." Mom answered. "I think you need to lie down. I'm getting you some ice and water."

I sat on my bed and my dad sat down next to me, rubbing my back. Soon she came back with a cup of water and an ice pack. I gulped down the water and placed the ice pack on my forehead. It was relieving. When my parents left my room, I fell back on my pillow and was out like a light.

* * *

A single candle was alone in the middle of the darkness, illuminating it's light. I grabbed the wax stick and held it up to see if anything would happen to catch on the glow. Seeing absolutely nothing, I turned around, only to have someone standing right in front me. He quickly blew out the candle flame and rammed me into an appearing wall. I didn't bother to fight back. I didn't want to.

"You're getting weaker. . ."

"Yeah, I am." I sighed and shrugged, "So what?"

"Mm, nothing of your concern. . .right now."