Insanity At It's Finest

Chapter 2||Slithering Voices

It's raining outside and the sky is unnaturally dark. Why would my Mother leave in this weather? She usually leaves the house when she needs to breathe, but something's wrong this time.

It's about seven hours till she returns from the thick fog. She walks in through the door with a pale face and shaky hands.

"Where have you been?" I ask silently.

"Joseph," She begins, "I have to tell you something." She pauses for a few seconds to take a deep breath. "It's about your father."

"What about him?" I ask worryingly.

"He's in the hospital," She shivers.

"What? Why? Is that where you've been for the past seven hours?"

"Yes, Joseph. I don't want you to be worried about him," my Mother hesitates, "he got in an accident in the fog on his way home from work."

"Is he okay? You saw him, is anything broken?" I cry.

"Joseph-"

"Sorry," I say.

"He's going to be fine. But he broke his left leg and his head is injured." My Mother stares at me, worried.

"When can i see him?"

"Not for a few weeks," she answers. "Now, off to bed, Joseph. It's late."

I nod and head towards my room this time. I'm not going to sleep in the basement tonight. I hope nothing happens because I recall so many things happening in this room while i was asleep.

My eyes are faintly opening and closes as I hear my mom in the other room on the phone,

"Yes Chris, Joseph is going to be fine. You need to get some rest after this. You just got into an accident."

I hear mumbling in my left ear. I can't make out the words but i caught on to the voice. It sounds like that scratchy voice from earlier.

"Goodnight.-" I hear my Mom tell my Dad on the other line. "I love you too."

I'm drifting off to sleep again. I see a white light in my sleep and I decide to walk towards it.

"Will you do it?" A voice says silently from behind me.

"Do what? What are you talking about," I shiver in the white light.

"You know. Joseph, don't play it off like you don't. You've committed to this," The voice slithers through my ears.

I fall slowly onto the cold white floor. My head hits the surface hard and the white light has disappeared.

"Soon, Joseph. Soon."

I wake up in my room breathing heavily. Who was talking to me? Better yet, what was this voice talking about? I recognized this voice. It's been in my head for years telling me to do things. Horrible things. How am i supposed to tell my Mother that the medication she provided me with isn't helping at all? This time, I have no idea what this scratchy voice is asking of me.

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A few weeks pass, I've heard nothing and seen nothing about this man with the scratchy voice. I'm starting to think that maybe my medication is starting to work. My Dad's out of the hospital and stays at home most of the time. He's not supposed to be going to work or anything as his leg is still healing from the break and his heads super messed up from the accident.

Today, I'm going to go on a walk with my mom through the trails in the woods. We always do that on Sundays, even though I hardly ever want to. But today I'm happy to get out of the house. I'm always so crammed in there. The air is always more fresh outside.

"Are you ready?" My mom says walking down the stairs of the basement.
"Yea. Is Dad coming this time?"
"Not today, love. He has a migraine and wishes to lie in bed until it goes away," she says with a faint smile. Probably hoping I don't get upset. My Dad always makes the walks fun. When I was young, he used to carry me the whole way through the trails on his shoulders. Now whenever he comes, the jokes he has never end, and they're not those dumb Dad jokes you'll hear from somebody else. They're good jokes. Always make me laugh.

"Okay. Let's go, I guess," I mutter, reminiscing on the memories of my father and I in the woods on the trails.

A few hours pass, We're home now and we're just walking up to the patio. It smells like barbecue. Smells good too.

"Seems like your fathers feeling better," my Mom says happily.
"I hope so. It could be the neighbours."
"No, honey. The neighbours barbecue broke a few weeks ago. I know that because they came over asking if your Dad knew how to fix a barbecue. He doesn't. They never got it repaired. " My Mom tells me.
"So it is Dad," I yell excitedly. Dad always makes the best barbecue meals.

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It's been a few hours since dinner. We had hamburgers, my father made on the barbecue. He said he feels much better and is ready to go back to work. He can't go yet. He's not fully recovered. He probably just misses his buddies from work.

It's time for me to go to bed though. Tomorrow is my first day of school. It's been a long time since I've been to school. I've been in an asylum for months upon months just trying to get all this stuff figured out with my brain I guess. Hopefully everyone's forgotten about my last day. I want to start fresh.

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"Joseph, it's your first day of school. Get up," My Mom hollers from across the house. I sigh at the thought of it.

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Word count : 965
Hey guys. Here's the second chapter of my short story. Hope you guys like it:)

Peace and Love
-Caylie