71.2- All Alone

Making a crying face, I covered my mouth to not sob. Looking down, judging how disgusted they would be. "That is why I want Ruben out of this. Away from Sebastian. I want Asad to ensure Ruben never comes closer to Sebastian again. I would do anything but help me." That was why I hated Asad so deeply. They wanted him to take him away from me. He entered my life just to take my beloved Brother away. "Do you realize what you are saying, Albert?" Asad's Father asked in disbelief also, he couldn't believe what he was hearing. But, Father's declaration confirmed that he no longer considered me a part of his family. That I have died for him. "I am only saving my family from a monster." "No.. no.. he is my brother. Not Asad's. Why would he take him away…?" Whispering, I took a step back. Tears collected in my eyes, detesting whoever was assigned to take my Brother away from me. "Young lord-" Our butler tried to stop me but pushing him away, I stormed inside the room. I couldn't bear the anguish stacking constantly. I kept silent, I caged myself in my room so it would settle down but they refused to listen. They wanted to steal him away. "You can't take him away from me!" Shouting, I began to sob, grabbing the nearby vase and threw it at Jafar Sheikh. Being a calm and collected man, he was taken back at my mien too and being quick in movement, he stopped the vase by putting a cushion. "Sebastian?!" Father gasped, taken aback at my unforeseen outburst and uninvited entry. "He is my Brother! Why don't you get it, I just wanted to hear him?! I won't let him take him away from me!!" Shouting, I shut my eyes, tears streaming down my face. I couldn't forget how they all looked at me. A seventeen year old boy was sobbing his agony out but all they saw was a monster who wanted to keep his prey. They look at me in repulsion. My instability made me the sinner of my own tale. "Sebastian, Enough! Take him away!" Growling, Father threw me out. I cried, begging him to punish me however he wanted but not taking the only sibling I have. "No! No!! Don't steal my brother!!" Screaming, I endeavored to stop them. Looking into my Father's eyes with my blurry, devastated ones. Breathless, ravaged, I begged, "I beg you, Father. Don't." A tear rolled down my cheek when I poured my one request in my words. I was willing to do anything, to kill those screams, murder the monster which was living inside me. Anything to save my family from being ripped apart. But, what could a seventeen year old boy do who couldn't regain his own self in one year? Not shedding a single drop of mercy, Father ordered heartlessly. "Pack his things. I won't let Ruben in an unstable environment." Closing my eyes in defeat, I stopped struggling and looked down. My lips began to quiver, tears glistening but none of them dropped compassion. They threw me in the hall to contemplate that where I stood no one was there. I was alone. All alone. Curling my hands in a fist, I grit my teeth, utterly powerless, I had one person to complain to and ran away from there. 'Mother!!" Shouting, I ran to find my Mother. Oblivious, she was indulging in her tea and panicked when I rushed and hugged her tightly. "Sebastian? What happened, my love? Did someone say something?" She asked, worrying instantly, checking me from top to bottom. The worry I saw in her eyes made my heart clenched. I made my Mother stress too much, I took away her health, her sleep, her smiles. I ravaged my Mother. Sniffling, I held her tightly, telling her everything. What they talked about, flabbergasting her because she didn't know about this either. 'That was why I was afraid he might not take you away from me like he stole Ruben. I became crazy with that dread, Eileen, and ended up doing horrible things with you." "They are taking him away, Mother! That Asad is taking my Brother!" Blowing my nose, I kept holding her shirt with my one hand. I tried to wipe my eyes but tears flowed unstoppably. Blinking, Mother couldn't believe what she was hearing, cupping my cheeks, "What? What are-" Before she could ask further, Father came furiously. Frightening me and declaring his final decision, considering my state. "That's it. I will do something about you and you won't say a thing anymore now. You know what he did? He tried to attack Jafar Sheikh!" "Sebastian can't do that! You must have provoked my son." Mother scowled at my Father. Trying to shelter me from my Father's wrath. "Stop justifying his actions, dammit! I am so done with him now." He growled, slamming his hand on the table, petrifying me with his very presence. "What are you going to do?" Mother dared to ask vaguely and he made a decision to worsen my condition which was recovering over time. "He is going to the asylum and Ruben is going to the boarding school." "You can't be serious, Albert… You know how badly we had two children and you wanted to send them away!?" Mother yelled, shutting my eyes, I was shivering from apprehension. "If it's for my protection then yes." He scoffed. "What protection are you talking about by sending a seventeen years old boy to a fucking asylum?! Do you have any compassion left?!" She broke into a sob, refusing to leave me. Hiding my face in her embrace, I refused to let go of her. "Enough. You can't shelter him. He is going and that's final." "No! I won't let it." I looked up and saw tears streaming down her face, begging my Father like how I did, "Have some mercy on your child, Albert." "He had lost that privilege." Scoffing, he left us with his final decision. Mother tried to take me away but got caught. Father hit her and when I saw her getting hurt by her useless efforts to save me, I gave up myself. I agreed to go there. I didn't want her to ruin herself because of me anymore. "Sebastian. I love you, I love you so much, please take care of yourself." My heart clenched when she kept sobbing badly, kissing my hands, my face, my head, hands shaking, dying to steal me from this world and protect me in her arms. I knew my life wouldn't be the same after it so I made a promise before leaving. "You take care of yourself. I won't make you cry because of me anymore." 'I don't have any complaints with my Father. I don't hate him, he did what he should. He was only protecting his family. His wife was in depression, one son going crazy, the other was traumatized after losing his one eye. He was frustrated and did what he could to stop this." 72- Burned Along With Her When I saw Mother uselessly trying to save me from my fate, becoming more miserable than she already was- I willingly left for the asylum, not knowing what nightmare it held for me but things took a turn for the worse. They made me a true monster. Ruined my life. The doctor there had a personal grudge towards me. She worsened me. She ensured that I came with better conditions but won't leave with betterment. I had never hated anyone in my entire life as much as I hated her. Doctor Laura Wayne. They shut down my connection with everyone, kept me in a corner. They treated me worse than everyone else because she held the authority. It was all in her hands and she swore to not release me. I didn't talk, I stayed silent, I was on the best of my behavior yet couldn't understand why they were not releasing me and then I came to know why. Horrified, they had tied me down and I often saw other patients there screaming so I was scared what she might do. "W-what are you doing?" "Your father killed my husband and got away with it. He killed so many people and you are like your father, even worse." I became the toy of her revenge. They deliberately kept me there so she could satiate her thirst of vengeance. "No, I am not. Mother says-" Terrified, I tried to tell her but she threw the harsh reality on my face; I was all alone. "Your Mother is not here. No one is going to come for you anymore." "He stole my beloved and didn't think or care for a second, I would do the same." Scoffing, she smirked. Her hollow, insane eyes reflected immense hatred. "What.. Do you mean?" My eyes widened in appall, trying to struggle out of the restraints but to no avail. "I heard you like screams, boy. Why don't we hear some?" Whatever I managed to suppress because of Mother's lullaby hit me with much stronger force. All those screams and darkness began to take over me again with a profoundly darker force. She made me release the real screams. "NO!! STOP!!" I kept screaming and screaming but no one came. No call, no visit. "No, no, stop. Please… Don't take someone else's revenge on me." I kept begging her for mercy but I saw a new version of the world I never knew- The world is a cruel place. "Don't worry, I won't kill you. I am no killer. But I won't guarantee the condition you would leave this place- if you can." Chuckling darkly, she kept torturing me. She gave me a pill that gave me nightmares, she hit me. No one objected. She ripped me of my emotions. I kept staring at the wall. I couldn't hide my face in Mother's embrace anymore. It repeated over and over again, deafening me, ending in one plea each time. "Please…. Have mercy." But, she didn't and it kept repeating constantly for a whole year until my patience broke and I couldn't bear this monstrosity anymore. I wanted this to end and release myself. I became emotionless at that point, eyes torn apart from dreams and hopes. I had nothing left. Nothing. Ten months, all it took her to convert my recovering state into a true monster who grew attached with pain. The screams grew, at a point, they began to tranquilize me. I wanted to hear more of them at the end. But, not mine. Others'. Growing weary of it, I wanted to escape that place so I observed the place for the next two months, completing my one year in that hell and then I decided to leave it. I started by bribing my guard first by bargaining what I was supposed to pass down to the next generation but nothing mattered before the pain I faced. I wanted to get out of it. "You know I am the Stellios's son, right?" I asked my guard. "So what?" Smirking, I showed him the brooch which was worth millions, "I will give you this brooch. It is worth more than your lifetime salary. But on one condition." He tried to take it but I pulled my hand back. During this time, my voice became deeper, emotionless. In fact, everything about me was outside the circle of emotions. "What?" "Give me a phone and I will give you this. Don't let anyone know about it. This is your chance for a better life." Smirking, I tried to manipulate him and it worked. Driven by a lust for money, he bought me a phone and got his reward for helping me. After getting the phone, I called my mother, asking for her help for the last time before leaving her shades forever. Because the Sebastian she left was murdered by those people. "Hello?" My heart felt tranquilized when I heard her voice. "Mother?" I called her after a pause, making her gasp. Recognizing me instantly. "Sebastian?! Oh my God! Why did you refuse my calls?! My love I-" "Can you bribe them and pay me a visit? They won't let you in otherwise." I asked instantly, not in the mood for a chit chat. "Are you okay?" Avoiding her question, I asked, "I need some money too. I had enough of this shit-hole, would you help me?" "Yes." Later, Mother paid me a visit, she was slightly better. The constant crying stopped. She looked slightly healthy. Overly elated to see her son again but I kept a stoic expression on my face. Trying not to do anything which could make her worry about me further. I got the money, saw my Mother too and was determined to leave that nightmare too. "Free me. Go against her because if I won't leave this place in the next month, you all shall greet her dead husband." I demanded from that atrocious doctor's assistant. "You can't be serious-" She gasped, looking around if anyone heard or not. That was a ridiculous demand for her. "Why do you think my Mother came last week? You are so dead now. Unless you get me out yourself." I trailed off, leaning against the wall of my cell, shrugging my shoulders calmly. "Why would-" And I used the method where everyone melted. Using their deepest desire to release mine. "I will pay you. Say the amount." "1 million pounds." She demanded immediately. Smirking, I agreed, having all paths cleared to escape from here, "Done." I didn't bother to tell anyone I was released. They would be disappointed from my perception nor would I intend to interfere with their life anymore. After being liberated, I returned to my home where Father was present. He was there, reading the newspaper with his tea. Clearing my throat, I gained his attention. Gasping, he couldn't believe it was me. Getting up, he rushed to my side. "Sebastian?"