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Chapter 4: The Hate Gets Stronger |
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The ride home was quiet for some time; Demitry had his head on the window, threatening to fall asleep, Sarah behind him, her hand on his arm.
“What exactly happened, Demitry?” Their mother finally asked, breaking the silence between the three of them.
“Funny that you ask that, I was just thinking about the same thing myself.” He answered, then sighed. “I’m not really sure. One second I was looking at my drawing, the next I felt a ripping feeling in my back. What I thought of as my moaning were really screams inside my head, and I saw, well, things that I really don’t think I should have seen. Once I couldn’t take it any longer, I gave in and fell onto the tile.” All of the time he explained, his eyes were cast out the window, feeling the nice coolness of it as the rain pelted the car windows.
“Maybe you were only imagining some of it Demi.” Sarah voiced in a whisper.
“But why would I imagine my own pain? Why would I imagine something as splitting as that?”
“Just my opinion…”
“Sar-.”
“Talk to your father when he gets home Demitry, he would know more about things like that than I would.”
Demitry blinked once, looking back at his mom like she had three heads, just spoke Spanish to him and was the strangest person he’d ever met. “You people confuse me. I’m going to my room when we get home and I’m hiding. It’s safer in there.” He murmured, putting his head back on the window. His eyes had dark purple rings around them, and he wasn’t at all surprised. He’d hardly slept the night before, much less the week behind him. It had been covered in painful nightmares filled with blood, anguish, hate, and even confusion.
After some while later of thinking, they showed up at the house, a log house, which looked probably to some passer-by like a large cabin. None of the lights were on, of course, and parking in the add-on garage, the vehicle came to a stop. As Demitry moved to get his seat belt unbuckled, he felt Sarah’s hand leave his arm. His eyes turned to those of sadness, feeling the warmth leave his arm, but he shifted and pressed the button, hearing the click. He opened the door and sighed lightly, stepping onto the floor and getting dizzy once more. Sarah came up behind him to help, and again he was slightly appalled at her.
She helped him into the house and up the stairs, his mom saying something about going back to work, but she’d be home later. Sarah had promised to try to take care of him, but he himself found it rather arduous just to listen now. Once Sarah had let go of him for a bit, he tried to stay up, he really did, but something was telling his legs to fail. Of course, they listened, and even as Sarah came to get him again, she ended up a tad late and wound up underneath Demitry.
“Sorry.” He mumbled lightly, trying to push himself up with his arms.
“Don’t worry about it.” She replied her voice again that soft breath that lashed pleasantly across his neck.
Slipping out from under him, Sarah didn’t get away without him at least giving her a soft peck on the cheek, and even she smiled at that, helping him up and getting him in his bed.
Sighing at her brother, she wrapped her arms around his neck in a warm embrace, laughing like there was a poor joke made. Demitry’s face was a soft red as he hugged Sarah back, though he started to feel a soft throbbing in his back. “Don’t let go of me, please.” He said in a low tone, figuring that she was keeping the pain away for now. If he explained that to her, she’d most likely take it as nonsense and let go anyway.
As soon as her arms slipped away, his eyes widened, watching her leave and letting the pain wash over his body like a tsunami wave. He held for about a minute, but even that felt so agonizingly slow, like it was five or ten even. He heard a whimper, then a groan, and then a very loud moan that almost sounded like yelling. His vision had been blotched with red dots, his body feeling like he had just been dunked in ice water. His stomach felt knotted and he curled up on his side, holding his head, feeling his breath pick up several beats. Sarah, Sarah… He pleaded as if it would bring her back. He was waiting for his mind to slip into unconsciousness again, but that hope seemed to dwindle down slowly. He felt tears welling up in the corners of his eyes, and he listened to a shuddering, ripping noise.
Closing his eyes, he could hear himself wishing for death, wanting the pain to subside and let him at least breath. He soon found that the noise was his own breathing, broken into violent sobs as he lay useless and curled up on his bed. He could have sworn that he felt more of the ripping in his back, could have felt something that wasn’t supposed to be there.
Then he heard a voice.
“Can’t even handle one transformation without passing out or crying like a small child, eh, Demitry?” The voice said over the rushing waves.
“Sh…” He could hardly make out a word with the pain, his teeth gritted together as he squeezed his eyes shut tightly, “Sh-shut up.”
“It makes me wonder how they like you, knowing exactly what you are.” The voice replied, using that same, cold, hateful voice that Apollo had used. Actually, it sounded exactly like it.
“What?” He whispered, trying to get himself to fall into unconsciousness.
“Ah yes… I remember now. You were forced to forget, they wiped your memory before you were sent.”
“What are you talking about?” He was even surprised he could make a clear sentence without shredding sobs tearing through his voice.
“I believe Diane wished for you to speak to, who was it? Your father? Ask him. I don’t have any reason to really be talking to you right now…” The voice chuckled.
“Then why are you?”
“I enjoy watching your undeniable pain. That is all.”
At that, Demitry could already form the sneer on Apollo’s face, and something told him that every word he said was the truth.
“a*****e.” He muttered, then felt himself finally slip into unconsciousness, right after a stinging pain to the back of his neck.
 iPsychopath · Thu Nov 06, 2008 @ 02:28am · 0 Comments |
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