The Song Of Death

The Song Of Death

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Screams; the song of death. Thats all I ever hear. Screams. I didn't know they were the song of death until I met someone who showed me how to live. Someone I loved. People never understood me. Not even my parents. They all think I'm crazy. "Dylan's so stupid, he'll lower the I.Q. of the whole country." "Look! I'm Dylan Callahan! I hear screaming in the air!" "Callahan should wear earmuffs. Maybe it'll stop all the screaming he hears." "Dylan Callahan. He may have a pretty face, but his brain is like poo." Yeah. I've heard all this being said about me. But its ok. I'm used to it. If you've been hearing the same thing for 16 years, you're bound to get used to it. Screaming. Banging at my head. Clawing at my ears. Screaming. Thats the only thing I can never get used to. It happens every day, every night. That is, until I met the sunlight. The shining star: Sky Davis. My inspiration to overcome the screams, and find out what the hell their problem is. To beat the song of death.
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Sal screamed so loudly that it hurt Travis's ears and echoed in his head for several minutes after it had finished. The sound was unlike anything he'd ever heard on TV, unlike anything he'd ever made when his father beat him. It was visceral, primal. Filled with the most basic of instinct from any living thing: fear. A kind of it that was so deep, it lacerated Sal's vocal cords as it tore through his stomach and out of his throat, loud enough to reach heaven, desperate enough to be a prayer. It was the sound of death. ========== Sal can't find his anxiety medication on the fourth of July. He subsequently proceeds to have one of the worst breakdowns he's ever had in Nockfell, directly in front of Travis Phelps. (25,288 words) CONTENT WARNINGS: This fic contains graphic depictions of PTSD flashbacks, panic attacks, suicidality, and descriptions of child abuse, harm and trauma. (Cover art is my own)

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