A brother's sorrow (Rewrite)

Chapter 10:Poor soul

"What do you mean by he is not himself?!" Was the first thing William heard by the basement door, Michael was talking to the police on the phone, just a new thing to get away with

The father got closer slowly, making the less sound he could, his oldest was completely distracted with the conversation that he didn't notice William pulling out a syringe

"What's this, dad?" The radio lost it's connection, making Alex look away from the window, lifting his eyebrown and poking his head through the front seat

"There's something wrong" The boy looked at his right arm, it was losing it's movement and the color was darker, looking out the window he says "We need to get to his house"

"I won't let you get home, you were under arrest" Clay looks at the street, stoping at the red sight

"Why do you work as a police officer?" Alex asks coldly, looking at the officer by the rear mirror

"To protect lives like the ones you possibly took" The man says, looking back at him by the same mirror

"There lives you need to save there, he's dangerous, a cruel person...he's going to end up killing the boys!" The boy hits his hand on the passager seat "You don't need to take me there, just go save them! Please, just go there to save them..."

Clay sighs

"You sure there's lives to save there?"

"Yes!"

"Look, I'll take you there, just for you to prove there's someone in danger there, okay?"

"Okay-"

He started shaking, his breath was short and fast, he couldn't do anything but let the tears go down his eyes, he moved on his sleep, grasping on the blankets with his left hand, until it fell out of bed, leaving the blond shaking and curling himself into a ball, he opened wide his blue eyes

"He's alive! Call an ambulance!" It was the first thing he heard when he woke up, the grass brushing his right cheek, his right shoulder was burning in pain, he felt like he would drive unconscious again

Someone pulled him from the ground, after a long time, placing him into a soft place, it shakes a lot, he was in a car, some people tried to ask him some questions, but he couldn't hear it

"Stop!" He cried, putting his pillow on his head, sobbing in despair

He was pushed into a big tube, it was full by a strange liquid, it felt like drowning, his mouth and nose getting full of it, looking at the glass, he saw him, having the same lovely expression he did every day, but this time, it was triggering, a crazy like expression, the boy started praying that someone would find him, at least his body, it would be better having a proper funeral, than being though as missing forever

"Mike! Big brother!" He cried out, hugging himself

A loud noise was heard, his head started to hurt and his members started to weaken, he looked as himself fell into the ground, his eyes going inside his head and his cheek shattering as someone steps on the back of his head

"Christopher!" The older brother screams, holding the blond by his cheeks "You're hallucinating...did you took your medicines?" He continues in a kind voice, caressing his hair

"Yes, i took it..." Chris sobs, rubbing his eyes with trembling hands "I don't think it was the schizophrenia..."

"PTSD...?" Michael asks, receiving a shy nod from the younger, he gently passed his finger through his brother's scar, later passing through his own, painting a sad expression on his eyes, than, out of nowhere, he painted a big bright smile and pulled his sibling to his lap, lovely embracing him "I'm here, Chris...I'm here"

"Mike..." The younger starts "You're changing personalitys again"