Silence

Pt. 23

I stopped in front of this unknown person. 

"Hello?"

"You came." 

It's not like I had a choice to come but I am curious of what this person wants from me. 

"Is there any weird things happening to you?"

Does he know my secret? 

Can I trust him? 

"Yes..."

"I think its your time."

"What do you mean by that?"

Is this guy the reason why I can do all these things, the reason why I am like this?

"When you were a little baby, there was something strange about you and your father could feel that too. He came to me for answers and I know what you are. I knew this day would come." 

"B-but what am I then? A freak?" 

"You are a Goblin."

A goblin? 

I scoffed.

Should I even listen to this crazy old man?

"A goblin should never be touched as people can manipulate your inner power to get what they want. So never let anyone touch you."

Why am I listening to this guy? 

I know my gut says to but I don't know about this. 

I think he could see my disbelief.

"Young boy, you are a Goblin. You should never be touched. You should never let your power become evil. Good day, Martin Carter."

He left within a moment.

Wait, how did he know my name?

"Wait!"

He had already left. 

*Awakes*  

I awoke peacefully. 

Brandon, my psychiatrist, came into the room. 

"Nice seeing you awake." He lamely smiled. 

I hummed in response. 

"May I ask you a series of questions again?" He asked.

I hummed and nodded. 

"Do you know what your name is?" Brandon asked.

"Martin Carter." I replied.

Brandon smiled a little before writing into his notepad. 

"Do you know your birthday?" He asked. 

"Not to the date but I think it was in 1998." I told him. 

"Do you remember what happened that day?" He questioned as he put his pen down on the notepad.

"It's mixed and messed up. I haven't put all the pieces together." I informed Brandon. 

"It's okay Martin, take your time." He smiled before standing up and leaving the room.

I like Brandon now, I feel like he treats me as a person.