Truth Lies in the Eyes (MCYT)

Issued Speak

If my life were to be a movie, this would be a suspenseful floorboard creek type of scene. The castle was eerily quiet, as The only sound bouncing throughout the hall was my steps. I had been wondering for a solid 10 minutes and I was quite sure that I was now lost. I didn't want to have to wake anyone up because I was prideful.

After about double the time, I had finally made it to what seemed to be the kitchen. There I took a glass from a cabinet and began filling it with water. I got startled by the sound of hushed voices in the dining room area.

"I'm really sorry to say this but..." a voice recognized as Phil seemed desperate for a reason not to tell the other whatever it was, "Tommy... he's not lost anymore. Someone found him."

The fact should have been relieving and take the burden of finding off of their back. That would have been, that is if the tone of it wasn't so dim. There was obviously something wrong. You wouldn't have to be Einstein to know where this conversation was going. I continued listening in without guilt.

"Phil, who has him?" Wilbur spoke back, "Don't tell me..."

The air suddenly became extensively dense and heavy. They both knew that Phil didn't have to tell him. To my surprise, Frantic footsteps are heard speeding toward the exit. Before the door could open the footsteps are halted rather firmly.

"Wilbur, if you go to get him alone he could take you as well," there was silence for a few seconds before Phil spoke again, "or... or he could kill you."

I would have said that the pressure got more intense but it would have been a lie. There wasn't a way that the air could become heavier.

"WILBUR?! IF YOU DO THAT HE COULD SIMPLY KILL TOMMY AND YOU. THEN WHAT WOULD THERE BE OF OUR FAMILY?! Of your family... Techno already has enough problems with his mental stability. Don't go adding two funeral and thousands of tons of depression to the mix," Phil sighed, "It's better to just trade for him back and not start a war. Please, just give us sometime to get him back before you start making decisions."

A reluctant "Fine" can be heard from Wilbur before an ever more sour line.

"But don't blame me if someone dies." With that, the door slams as Wilbur has presumably left the room. I hear Phil sigh before throwing what sounds like a glass plate. It makes a loud sound shattering in contact with the wall. As I tried to think of who the person in possession of Tommy could be I hear something to my right.

I flip around and see a door closing silently. 

I wasn't the only one listening.

I cringe at the fact, going through all the different situations. Worst case would most likely be Techno. Seeing as I haven't really talked to him much I could be wrong. I've never seen him and Tommy together so there was no reason to assume that they got along well. But they were still family... right?

I snap out of my own mind realizing how much water I must have been wasting just standing here with an overflowing glass of water. Speedily I turn the handle and sip the water brimming the glass. I couldn't help but feel bad for all of them. The ones who didn't know any of it.

Shit.

I am just now realizing what has been said. Tommy could die, Techno could become even worse mentally, Phil could lose two of his kids. Jeez. He could lose two of them. That would probably have an even worse effect on Techno.
Phil must be in a horrendous situation at the moment. No, not must be, he is. All of the worst-case scenarios play out in my mind.

No. The worst case isn't Techno hearing. Or anyone hearing for that matter. It would be Wilbur not listening and getting them both killed. Wait, no it would be...

Wilbur starting a war.

This nation doesn't get into many wars. Not many are willing to risk going against the king and the three princes. A blood god, a 16 year old who has already been through a war or two, a king who has never lost, and lastly the middle son... festering on the edge of crazy. No one would be ignorant enough, right? No. Someone had to be if Phil had said it like that. Who could be signing themselves up for failure like that?

I chug my water and set the glass on the counter, not caring enough to bother to clean the glass. As I walk back toward what I was clinging to the hope it would be the correct direction, I couldn't get my mind even close to clear. I need to sleep, but my melatonin isn't the most well-timed.

Once I make it back to my bedroom I flopped onto the bed and stared at the ceiling for half an hour organizing my thoughts. It didn't assist me in much but it was slightly clearer. This could get very bad very quickly. Wilbur's descent into madness seemed as imminent as the setting sun. I was attempting to restrain from assuming but it seemed his actions were pointing too directly in that direction.

I close my eyes humming to myself, suddenly it hits me how stressed I am. My bag had been returned to my room so I stood and picked it up. I sifted through it until I came across my knife. I hold the handle tightly and consider putting it on halt. However, habits that had been suppressed for too long had lashed out.

If I had done this in the journey here I would have been found out quickly. However now that we are here I am free to do it. I flashback to the last time Nikki saw me hurt and my heart burned for her. She doesn't deserve this...

But I do.

I roll up my sleeve seeing the scars that had since closed. Maybe I can finally feel it this time. I place the knife to my wrist taking a shallow breath, I drag it across my arm pushing as hard as I can and going slowly. Focusing on the pain that I should be feeling does nothing for me. I become frustrated by the blood leaking from my first few cuts, as I lack the burning, stinging sensation that should be present.

I become slightly spastic and start to cut harder and faster up my arm and even end up going over previous cuts. I should have run out of blood by this point but if I was as the book said I had "Infinitus Sanguine". Basically I had infinite blood. The only pain I could feel at the moment was the frustration and disappointment of the cuts.

I pulled bandages out of my bag and started bandaging my arm. It took a solid 30 minutes to stop the bandages from becoming uselessly soaked. I became very light-headed. My body supposedly creates new blood but not fast enough to halt the effects of it. After that I was too lazy to change and simply got under the covers of the bed and as slowly as humanly- no... not humanly possible, I fell asleep.