So this is another thing I wrote for my creative writing class. The prompt reminded me of Trauma Gang, so I wrote the thing that led to Kel being put in the mental home. This isn't exactly how it goes, but its close enough. :) Have funsies pups
Also, Happy Late Halloween
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Prompt 2: I can hear them in the walls
Voices. Multiple strangled voices were all Kelsey had been hearing for a long time. The words spoken permeated his mind, louder than his own thoughts. Despite this, he could never make out what was being said.
Kelsey shivered, that odd feeling of eyes constantly on him making him nervous. No, terrified. He was terrified. He could see his family around, talking and eating their dinner like it was nothing. Couldn't they hear the voices too? Feel the gaze of thousands of eyes practically glued to their backs? Was it only him?
Right. He had forgotten something important. He’s alone in this world. He’s alone with these voices, this feeling. No matter how many people surrounded him, he was alone. Poor little Kelsey, trying to fend off these voices and feelings all on his own with no one to help him.
After what seemed like forever, dinner had ceased and everyone stood up. Kelsey flinched against his will as they did so. His mom and dad gathered their dishes and left for the kitchen. Kelsey’s older brother, however, stayed. He laid a hand on his younger brother’s shoulder, mouthing words Kelsey couldn't make out over the screaming around him. So, he just nodded, not bothering to make out what his brother had said. He knew he wouldn't be able to.
His older brother nodded in reply before walking out of the dining room. Kelsey stayed still, staring at the fine grain of the wood that made up the table. After a few minutes, he stood up and slowly made his way to his room. He stumbled up the stairs, gripping the railing as if his life depended on it. He stood just before his room, hand on the door knob, turned and ready to push open the door. But he froze, letting go of the door knob as his gaze traveled over to the wall.
There it was. The source of the voices. He was sure of it. Kelsey slowly trudged over to the wall, balling up his hand into a loose fist. The screams grew louder, still strangled and unintelligible. His eyes widened as he raised his tightened fist, ramming it into the surprisingly fragile drywall. He stilled, feeling a stinging pain course through his right arm.
It stopped. It was silent. The voices were gone. He could hear his own thoughts now. He could hear the world around him. He could hear footsteps as his family rushed to him from where they were. Kelsey pulled his hand from the wall, staring at his bleeding knuckles. It hurt, but it was a small price to pay to be able to hear himself again.
