Thirteen-years-old, Connor Wolfhard, a considerate and magnanimous teen, trying to cope with the enslaved power of a merciless creature. With the abidance of detest, deep-rooted for his contentious mother, and intricate in an explosive concocted sto...
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C O N N O R
Am I dead?
Have I finally escaped from my life?
Have I made everyone happy, now?
When I heard the beeping sound of the monitor, I knew I hadn't been successful. The sound reaching to my ears was slow and steady.
Making a movement with my fingers, I tried to open my eyes.
"He's awake." I heard a familiar voice.
I fluttered my eyes open and was met with a blood bag and IV drip that made its way straight to my wrist. I also saw white bandages covering my arms.
For a moment, I felt myself lost but that's when all the happenings hit my mind.
That room. That sharp knife. That dark overflowing blood. Those hateful voices.
My suicide attempt.
I felt my heart start speeding up and my fingers tightened around each other. Tingles ran up and down my arms.
"Connor." Dad put his comforting hand on my forehead. "How are you feeling?"
I didn't reply. I couldn't see his gaze at the moment. A bile rose in my throat and my stomach twisted into knots due to anxiety. Breathing seemed to be a whole lot more difficult. I tried to suck in air, but my airways were constricted.
What would Dad think of me?
I bet my brothers have never pulled up this kinda stunt.
He's disappointed in you.
How mean are these voices? At first they told me to kill myself and now they're telling me how much of a disappointment I am.
"You're such a disappointment, Connor." Mom's voice reminded me.
Why is Connor alive? He should be dead.
I felt a tear slip down from the corner of my eyes.
I didn't raise my head up even when I heard the door being opened. A droopy looking Elliot entered, exhaustion written across his face.
You did that to your brother.
Another pang hit my heart.
"Connor!" Elliot ran over to me. "Are y-you okay?" He asked, noticing the tears tracks on my cheeks and my struggle to breathe.
All I could focus right now was on those voices.
You tried to commit suicide and made everyone worried.
"You worthless piece of shit." Kyle's voice.
"Hey." Elliot whispered. "It's okay, calm down. You are fine."
