Liars And Monsters

Chapter Two: Voices

AUTHOR'S NOTE: I am so, so, so sorry... There were a lot of empty promises that came with updating, I know... but school's ending on the 20th, I believe, and there will be plenty of time for me to update during the summer, so... yeah!
Again, I cannot apologize enough for taking so long but... here is the long awaited, Chapter Two of Liars and Monsters!

Later that night, while everyone else was asleep, Mathias lay in bed, wide awake. He stared up at the motionless ceiling fan.

Stupid...
Annoying...
Alcoholic...
Sex addict...
Horrible...
Worthless...
Unwanted...

Those were just some of the things he was called daily.

And they were all true.

He was a horrible person, and it was obvious. He didn't derserve the others. He didn't deserve anybody...

And nobody wanted him.

Nobody cared about him.

Nobody would care if he got hurt... If he left...

If he died.

He rubbed his watery eyes and got out of bed, going into the bathroom. A cold shower would help clear his mind.

He shut and locked the door behind him, then turned on the shower. He undressed and stepped in, the water ice cold. He didn't touch the soap yet... He just stood there.

While the water was freezing, his face was hot, and his chest hurt. His head was pounding and his eyed burned.

He leaned against the wall, closing his eyes.

He slid down to the ground, covering his face with his hands as he let out a choked sob.

Pathetic, no wonder nobody wants you.

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door.

"Hello? Uncle Mathias? Is that you in there? Why are you in the shower? It's 2 in the morning. Are you okay? Hey, wait, does that mean that I can be awake too? Uncle Mathias?"

The questions came faster that Mathias could register them.

He swallowed thickly, a hard lump in his throat, but he sounded relatively normal. "Peter, go to bed. It's too early. Go lay down with your Mama, okay?"

"Oh..." He sounded disappointed. "Alright. Goodnight. I'll see you in the morning!" He heard footsteps begin to walk away.

"Goodnight..." He said, though he knew the youth could not hear him.

He sat in the shower for maybe another ten minutes before getting out and drying off. He went back into his room, then got dressed. He lay back down in bed, closing his eyes.

Pathetic, you're still crying. Lukas was right. You whine too much. Why are you here anyways?

He opened his eyes and saw Lukas standing by his bed, speaking with malice. "Nobody cares about you. You're WORTHLESS. You're a mistake. You shouldn't be here. Nobody loves you. Nobody. Nobody. Nobody. Nobody. Nobody..." It was like he was stuck on repeat.

Nobody...

"Shut up!!!" He suddenly yelled, his eyes wide. He was sitting up.

He looked to the side, and Lukas was gone.

And the sun was up.

He looked at the alarm clock. 8:30 a.m.

He rubbed his eyes again, wiping away the few tears remaining... just in time for there to be a knock at his door.

"Uncle Mathias, are you alright?"