Chapter 4

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    First off, Syren I apologies for stealing one of ur ideas... please don't kill me!!


"Your home early."
"I had las perd for free time, so I came hom." I try my best not to stutter or mispronounce things... but it didn't work. I don't think she believes the lie either. . .
"Come with me." My mother said in a calm tone, but I know what she really means.
    My stomach drops as I follow her to the basement. It's relatively smaller than most basements, and it doesn't help that most of the space is filled with a chair.
    "Sit." My mother demanded. I hesitated but obeyed.
My breathing gets heavy and I start to shake uncontrollably.
    "Vincent, what are the rules?"
    "D-Don't lie don't stutter, don't s-show tha your scared." I whisper under my breath, I hate those rules. I'm living a life of fear and I can't even show it! I can't tell anyone 'cuz god knows what will happen to me if I do!
I start getting mad until I feel an electric current running through my body making me forget what I'm thinking.
    "What are the rules Vincent!"
    "Don't lie, don't stutter, don't s-show that your scard."
Damn it dyslexia.
I feel another current, stronger than last time.
We repeat this "process" for what feels like forever, each shock stronger than the last.
Mother finally let me go, she told me to shower and with out even looking in a mirror I know why.
The scars have reopened and there are new scars all oozing out blood, staining the shirt I had on.
I get in the shower, and all I can think about is that boy...

...Akumu.

    Why can't I get you out of my head? Why are you the only thing I can think about?
I shake my head and put on my glasses. There nothing special, but they make me look like smart, and anything is better than those damn contacts.
    I flop onto my bed and instantly regret it, the new scratches on my back start to hurt, and the pain in unbearable.

    None of this would have happened if you didn't let dad die...
    S-shut up!
You'd feel better if you end it...
    N-no!
    Trust me... the pain can end... you can be with dad again...
    SHUT UP! SHUT UP! SHUT UP!!
    You can't get rid of me Vincent... I'm a part of you. Grab the knife... I know you want to...
For a second I reach for the knife, but then pull my hand back. "N-no... NO I WONT LISTEN TO YOU!!" I start sobbing and wrap my arms around myself curling up into a ball.
   "W-why can't you just be happy!"
    You would be if you end it.
    "That's a lie..."

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