Little Caotic Stories

All In My Head

TW: horror, graphic description of violence, violent death, manipulation, abuse

"You're a monster!"
True, but I already knew this.
"You killed my brother!"
False, it wasn't me, but one of the many reflections.
*Slap*
It hasn't happened in a long time that I received a slap, my cheek burns where I feel the imprints of her fingers left on me, but my gaze remains empty. After all, there's no point in getting angry with someone who's about to die.
“I'm sorry,” I whisper, as the girl's face distorts with terror. "Running is useless" I try to warn her, seeing that she was starting to move away, "you'll only lose your strength first and with it..." I don't have time to finish speaking before the pool of her blood starts to widen, getting closer to my shoes . I take a step back and walk away.
The body is already gone, i might as well not show up here.
In a society of people with superpowers I often believe that we would all live better without them.
Apparently the girl from before didn't satisfy them.
I won't deny it, hearing them around me always fills me with fear, but nothing compared to the panic of their attacks.
Here they begin, let's see if I remember the order...
Oh right, the first flashback is about that day
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"Your son is responsible for a murder" "Official! But do you realize that you are accusing a twelve year old!? How can you think such a thing?" My mother has always been very determined in defending me
"I'm sorry, ma'am, but the evidence speaks clearly; while they were arguing in the corridor, the victim hit her son, only to find himself immediately afterwards on the floor screaming in pain, given that, as demonstrated by the autopsy and the witnesses, his right arm has disappeared into thin air, leaving traces of violence. He understands that the evidence is clear" "But my child has no powers! Look!" I still don't know why she had my medical certificate with her, perhaps maternal instinct, but they couldn't arrest me.
When we returned home my mother was shocked, but in reality she was worried for me and not about me, she really couldn't accept that it was my fault.
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"Okay" I whisper "You win, tell me what you want and I'll give it to you, just... Please don't make me relive anything else..." Bent over with tears in an alley, I feel the next attack coming "You really like feeding on me"
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I didn't mean to... No... IT WASN'T MY INTENTION... please someone.. someone put out these flames!
I feel my mother's arms hugging me while I see my father's body being charred by flames visible only to the two of us, distracted by my father's screams I didn't even realize that the skin on my left forearm and legs had started to heat up. I feel my mother lift me up and carry me out of there, saving my life. She have probably noticed the burns forming on my legs and arm, as well as the clothes that were closer to ash than actual pants.
The words died in my throat for the next three days. I was always there. In front of my father who was on fire, who died because of a fire created by my mind. It doesn't matter if I'm asleep or awake. I only see that scene, a repetition of the image of his eyes, terrified eyes that call me a monster, that deny me.
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"You really want to get to the bottom of this, don't you? Ok then.. please finish the meal" My head is leaning against the wall, kneeling on the floor, I don't even know how clean it is, probably not at all. I look up only to meet the usual illogically present eyes without a body to support them, the hands that emerge from the ground and want to take me with them, the featureless faces of passers-by who I don't know how real they are and other senseless madness that have been created by my mind.
"If I remember correctly there is now a time leap of a few years"
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"I get it, baby! I finally get it!" My mother's joy invades me but deep down I have a very bad feeling, as if something was twisting in an unnatural way in my stomach, something that tastes like death.
"Your power! I have understood what it is, and now we will be able to cure you. Oh my dearest you will finally live normally"
“Mom, what are you talking about?” "Your magic is a rare window into your mind, it lets people who come into contact with you participate in what you keep hidden in your imagination!" "... Mom, that's not possible, these things kill.." "No, no, it's like you told me, right? You saw a black creature behind your classmate that time and the same thing happened with dad , the rest is just a coincidence, I also saw the fire in question and it was probably just an unfortunate coincidence, he must have left a candle lit, your poor father was so distracted.." I want to believe it, I want to believe it so much
"So mom, what do we do?" "It's simple, you just have to learn to manage your imagination, once you learn that it's all in your head no more accidents will happen. You trust me, don't you?" I don't like mom's smile "..Yes" "Good."
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My nose is bleeding and maybe my right eye too
For the first time in weeks, I see nothing.
The last thing I feel is the cold asphalt touching my face.
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Staying locked up in the cellar with my "reflexes" or as she called them, this is my mother's technique.
Too bad my mind couldn't handle it. My screams increased day by day, as did my visions and my wounds. One thing I've learned though, is that they can't kill me. The only thing they can do to feed on my being is to hurt me and make me relive hell.
After three months everything came to an end.
It happened during one of the weekly medications. As my mother finished fixing the bandage on my arm, whispering words of comfort, and lies to make me continue her crazy "treatment", I started to see things that I would just like to forget. Words cannot describe the levels of depravity the human mind can reach and equally I cannot remember in detail how I killed her. But I did it.
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I wake up with a start, but at least for now they seem full. My body is covered in cuts but not in blood and I don't care to know where it ended up. “All in my head, huh?” The truth is that my visions, crises or whatever you want to call them take shape and can act as they want, with the only limitations that they can only interact with those who have come into contact with me and who cannot kill me.
Time to return to the shack I've called home for a few months, after a fire burned down the previous one. Fire that no one saw.

Author's note:
This was really difficult to write and translate, so let me know if you liked or if there are any errors.
My birthday is in 5 days, yay!
See y'all in the next story :)