70.3- Origin Of Screams

"What the hell is wrong with you?!" Growling, he shook my arms harshly, making me gasp but I didn't know what happened to know. I knew it was wrong but I couldn't stop it either. "Why isn't he screaming properly?!" I shouted, trying to hit him again, to make him scream, "Scream, dammit!" "Take him away!" Father ordered as his men began to take me away. I couldn't understand why. He wanted me to do that and now I obeyed him, he didn't want it. They took me to his office. I sat there silently with unwanted thoughts afflicting my ability to think and I couldn't stop it either. My expressions didn't change, all I wanted was to hear him. His feeble sound gave me lull, I wanted to hear more of it but Father didn't let me. I was dragged from my thoughts when the door slammed opened and Father came, "What the hell-" And I asked immediately when he came, curiosity dripping from my words, "How would one feel if their skin would be removed?" "That's it. You are not coming here ever again. Last thing I wanted to create is a monster. Fuck your dream." Scowling, he slammed his hand on the table, pointing his finger at me. "Are we all monsters, Father?" I asked nonchalantly, shrugging my shoulders. Sighing, he sat beside me, taking my hands lovingly and kissed them, "Stop, Sebastian, please. Okay, I am sorry. Stop punishing your Father like this." 'I won't force you again, stop this prank now. You are kidding like always, right? You are only jesting around to piss me off, aren't you?" And I didn't know why but he ended up crying while holding my hands yet I showed no reaction. I was still, frozen. Taking a life was much harder than I anticipated, it stole my basic emotions and left me with his screams, blood and nightmares. "I can't sleep in my room. Can I sleep with you guys?" I couldn't sleep anymore. A sixteen year old boy was sleeping between his parents. "Sure. Come here. Shall I sing you a lullaby?" Mother smiled, hugging me tightly. "Mhm." But, I couldn't hear, she was whispering something in my ear but I heard the gunshot again. "Sing, Mother. I can't hear you." Whispering, I poked her cheek, impotent to bear this condition of mine, she ended up crying while hugging me tightly. "Why are you crying?" I asked, frowning, hating her tears but she smiled and wiped them, kissing the top of my head. "It's nothing. You sleep." But I found no solace in their embrace either. Nightmares followed me everywhere, they couldn't be stopped. They began to take over me, I couldn't stop it. My condition was worsening. "Stop him! Father, Stop him!! It's so loud!!" Screaming, I began to hit blindly around me but Mother embraced me tightly. "Hey, hey, there is nothing. It's alright." She whispered, holding me tightly so I won't move as I began to cry out loud, holding her desperately. "There is so much blood…!!" I sobbed, hiding my face in her embrace, powerless to stop whatever was happening, closing eyes became hellish for me. "There is no blood, love. It's okay. It was just a nightmare…" Humming, she continued to console me for the rest of the night. For countless nights she stayed awake with me, telling me stories, talking to me, being with me until I fell asleep. She is my mother after all. How could she leave her son behind? But, That was how my insomnia started. It started from once a week to a frequent hindrance, ripping my sleep. I stopped going to my highschool. I stopped talking, meeting my friends. I halted my life at one point. It was a phase which was not passing. "Sebastian? Are you okay?" Ruben asked, staying with me as I couldn't sleep. I was lying on the bed, staring at the ceiling, moving my hand in the middle to block the view. "Mother said it was nothing. It is just my imagination. Can you see the blood on my finger?" I asked, turning to him, showing him my hand. "No. Is there any?" Tilting his head, he sat next to me, checking my hand. "Why is it not reaching you? It is right here." Frowning, I sat up, touching my index finger with her to taint his fingers like mine as well but to no avail. I tried it with Eileen too at the start but always ended in failure. 'Touch it, dammit." Growling, I pressed my finger harder but the blood was carved into my fingers, it was not removing. He was screaming again. "You can't hear them too?" I asked desperately, losing my breaths when my heartbeats dropped into dread accompanied by a scream I couldn't stop. "Hear what? Sebastian, you are scaring me. There is nothing." Whispering, Ruben tried to pull away but I held his arms, having a glint of hope. A terrible idea crossed my mind. "Scream and you will hear it too." "W-What?" His eyes widened in horror, trying to pull away from me but I didn't let him. I wanted my Brother to hear and see what I did. "Go ahead and scream, Ruben." Breathing, my grip tightened and horrified at my hysterical smile, he pushed me away and tried to run away but I grabbed his shirt and threw him on the ground. 'Sebastian, no…" He began to sob, frightened of his own brother, trying to push me off. Confirming my mental state had reached an obscure point. 'Hey, it will be gone before you know it. Just release your voice." I chuckled darkly, grabbing a nearby pen, getting on top of him. 'Sebastian, no!" He shouted but it was not enough. Unable to hear his pleading properly, I wanted more of it. I desired the voice of my brother. 'Hey, it's okay." Smiling, I leaned closer. His eyes widened in apprehension, trying to stop me but my body lost control, I couldn't stop. And before they could extend their hands towards therapy- It was too late. My state reached the point of no return. I became a monster. 'SCREAM!" 'No, no, no…AHH!! SEBASTIAN!!!"