How The Shadows Scream

The Past

Waking up every evening became a tiring annoyance. It would always be my friends or family torturing me. With twisted smiles on their faces, the spark of enjoyment in their eyes. It chilled me to the bone, but deep inside it aroused me. I didn't know why, but it did. Hindering me for most of my adolescence I chose not to speak of it. But one day I chose to tell my close friends, who then told my parents. When they heard of what I had been dreaming about they threw me to the closest church.
  None of them really helped, but after about the fiftieth visit I started noticing something in the corner of my eye. It always appeared as someone or something standing to the side. Anytime I turned to confront it, it would no longer be there. They would whisper to me. Telling me things that my parents said behind my back. That I shouldn't trust anyone. Filling my head with the thoughts of a murderer. I kept quiet, not trusting anyone anymore. I had learned my lesson. 
  Until someone came along, her jet black hair enticed me with such temptation. Her blue eyes, as if the sea resided inside of them. Her faint smile that would always leave me dazed. Ellis was her name. I felt like I could confess anything to her until the end of my days, and I did. She would listen and give me her full attention, but she told them too. She said it was just her concern for me. That she valued me, but even I scared her at times. I was enraged. It made me ballistic, I couldn't even think rationally. I grabbed the closest object and hit her with it. Her blood splattered on the floor and the corners of the wall. She screamed and my parents ran in and threw me off of her. The voices were no longer whispering they were screaming.
I caved in and attacked my parents too. My father's begging still rings in my mind. I regret everything, but I can't find myself to shed a single tear at the thought of it. Have I lost myself? Who am I? Is this even real? I snap back to reality and look around. This is what I have confined myself to. A small dark padded room. I never thought it would come to this. The nurses come in and take me to the showers. I look at myself in the mirror as I bathe. A man with dark red hair with streaks of black, his eyes are a pale pink with dark bags under them. I've done well at staying awake, but I can feel myself drifting to sleep.
   Sleep is a sweet temptress and I am it's slave. I just need to stay awake. I might dream of them, hear their voices. They still whisper to me. I just want to rip out my eardrums. Their whispers are getting louder. I scream to drown them out. Hands wrap around my arms and I jump and hit them. I continue until blood mixes with the water. I pant as I look at one of the unconscious bodies.    The other nurses stand and look at me. They come at me again and put my arms behind my back. I try to throw them off of me, but they slam me to the ground. I feel a pinch in my neck and scream. I frantically move around until I feel the sedative kick in. I watch as the room fills with water until its submerged. I look around and see shadows surrounding me. I hold my breath and try to swim to the top. They grab at my legs and pull me down. They slam me on the ground and I cough. As I sit back up I see my parents protecting Ellis. I am now standing above my father. His eyes filled with fear and his body petrified. My mother's body lies motionless.  He begs me not to do it. I look at my blood stained hands and back at him. The voices scream at me to just finish him off and to end his misery. My hand shakes as it raises. I feel myself being pulled by strings. I slam my hand on his head. I hear cracking, I can't tell if it's my hand or his head. He screams, he cries, he questions. I put my mouth close to his ear with a twisted smiles growing on my face and whisper;     "Who can a child trust more than their parents?" My previously sinister tone has morphed into a childlike one. I walk to my mother's body and rub my hand on her cheek.    
         "Mother, mother your boy is here." I giggle and pick up a broken piece of glass.      
         "Will you show your boy there is nothing to fear?" I carve at her skin. I listen to my father's soft cries. I notice water mixing with the blood. I touch my face and notice tears.         
         "You can still stop this! You loved her too!" My father groans. I go to him and wipe her blood on his face.     "These don't come from sorrow old man, these come from joy." I stab him in his neck and watch as he chokes on his own blood.

I wake up in a cold sweat. I look at my arms and noticed I'm in restraints, my wrists are coated in a thin layer of blood. I was struggling while I was asleep. It burns, my ankles do too. I lie in bed and look at the ceiling. Until I hear the loud clatters of the metal door.