Damian stirred in his bed, a whisper ringing in his ears. Attempting to block them out, Damian wrapped his pillow over his head, his knuckles turning white as he did so. Damian threw the pillow to the side, wincing at the voice that echoed within his head. Struggling to get up, Damian quickly drew out his sketchbook, flipping to the back of it. There, a meticulously set of dates were written and organized, a tip of a quill meeting the page, Damian writing down a new date. Ever since his 16th birthday, he had been having these effects, a voice whispered to him. It was soft, soothing, but annoying all at the same time. [A Song Fic. Song: Into the Unknown]