A brother's sorrow (Rewrite)

Chapter 4: Reflection

"that's me?" Chris asked, not recognizing himself in the mirror, he felt like the person on the mirror was a completely different being

"You don't recognize yourself?" William asked coldly, pulling the syringe away from the boy's neck

"...I don't know, i feel weird" Chris's voice was in a slow pace, like he was hypnotized by the mirror, his shoulders were visibly relaxing, his hands weakening his grasp on his father's arm

The man, for some reason, let the boy go, who strangely sit down in front of the mirror, holding his legs close to his chest.
William looks down to his son, Chris was completely amazed by something so simple and it was fascinating the man too, he wasn't expecting side effects like that. When William woke up from his daydreaming, he went close to his desk, taking the other syringe, walking close to the boy and crouching behind him

"Dad..." Chris whispered, making William to sigh as he arranges the syringe "Why you're like that? What are you hiding from me? What did I do to you?" He stutters, sounding nervous

"I'm not hiding anything from you, Christopher" the man puts his hand on the boy's shoulder, soon sticking the syringe on his son's arm aggressively, earning an high pitched scream, which he muffled with his other hand, as he slowly injects the liquid "There, it's over" He croons as soon Chris fell numb, but conscious, on his lap

As the boy whimper in pain, William holds his wrists, closing his eyes for a moment.
After seeing his heart beat was too fast, the man scooped his son and pulled him close his chest, holding Chris's head close to his heart, waiting some minutes, he holds his wrists again

"You'll be okay" William sighs in relief, while his son drifted to unconsciously "What am I doing...? I'm making my own son suffer on my hands" He whispers, looking closely at the boy on his arms, watching him fall into his madness, an old man ruining his own little boy's life, his only family

William got up, nuzzling Chris's hair, he walks up to the mattress, placing the boy down and putting the blanket over him. The man sits down on his desk, opening his notebook the stopped on a page with an heart picture he drawer and with the other page blank, he opened a styrofoam box, taking an human brain out and starting to draw it on the empty page