Every waking moment of my life, my head rang with thoughts that weren't mine.
Mumbles, and murmurs.
Each day and each night, they spoke.
Silence was something I deeply craved,
I opened up to my parents about this but after conducting many tests on me,
Nothing came up, and they presumed that I was making things up.
I pleaded to them, begged to them that I wasn't lying but no matter what I did they didn't believe me.
As I realized that, I was left with no other choice but to endure them.
Slowly, I got used to the voices by training my body.
The aching of my muscles was able to diminish the sounds.
My parents felt proud seeing their son train at a young age.
"You are worthy of being a Greywolf,"
As I heard his praises, I was happy.
The voices were becoming faint and my parents were proud of me as I train.
Everything was going perfectly.
.
.
.
.
But just as I was getting used to them, the day I turned 12, the whispers became screams.
"PUSH HER,"
NO, I DON'T WANT TO
"PUSH HER!," "PUSH HER!,"
"PUSH HER! "PUSH HER!,"
I bit my lips and clenched my teeth.
My mind was breaking, the voices were winning.
PLEASE!
STOP!
I pleaded with them, but they raised their voices even louder.
NO!
WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO ME
PLEASE JUST SHUT UP!
"Are you okay, big brother?"
I look back at my little sister, her eyes full of warmth and affection.
She soon came up to me, concern was apparent on her face.
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Her gentle hands made me feel at peace as she wiped my tears.
The voices in my mind were now gone,
.
.
.
.
.
.
"PUSH HER!, PUSH HER!,"
"PUSH HER!, PUSH HER!,"
"PUSH HER!, PUSH HER!,"
"PUSH HER!, PUSH HER!,"
"PUSH HER!, PUSH HER!,"
"PUSH HER!, PUSH HER!,"
"PUSH HER!, PUSH HER!,"
"PUSH HER!, PUSH HER!,"
"PUSH HER!, PUSH HER!,"
"PUSH HER!, PUSH HER!,"
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
The sudden screams made my hands move on their own.
My little sister looked at me in horror,
As she fell she stretched her hands towards me.
I tried to grab them.
But I was too late,
I could hear her bones breaking as she rolled down the stairs.
*THUMP*
She lay motionless on the ground, blood flowing beneath her.
NOOOO!
I tried going down to help her,
"AHHHHH, Young Madam!,"
A maid saw the entire thing and hurriedly took my sister.
Before leaving she glared at me,
I tried to apologize but no words came out.
As she ran with my little sister in her arms.
I solemnly walked back to my room.
I closed the door and cried like a baby,
The voices finally died down, reduced to whispers.
Ple-please stop, please just shut up.
I pleaded and begged.
But instead of stopping,
A unison of laughter rang in my head.
WHY!?
STOP!
Tears were now flowing in my eyes.
WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO ME?
They didn't respond and kept mocking me.
PLEASE
*BANG*
JUST
*BANG*
STOP
*BANG*
Blood dripped down from my head,
The voices kept on laughing,
I felt my body weaken and fell to the floor.
My eyes were devoid of life.
The mocking laughter in my mind echoed and echoed for what seemed like an hour.
But soon I was startled by the sound of someone kicking my door.
I turned my head and it was my father.
I could see the anger in his eyes.
"WHAT THE F*CK DID YOU DO?"
I was taken aback as I heard my father curse for the very first time.
"I-I'm sorry, It was an accident," I quickly stood up and apologized.
"ACCIDENT?"
He then walked up to me,
"YOUR SISTER NOW HAS TO LIVE THE REST OF HER LIFE IN A WHEELCHAIR,"
My face was then sent to the side.
The pain of realizing my sister will never be able to walk again was greater than the slap from my father.
I then look back at him,
"Ca-cant a potion, heal h-her?"
"YOU DUMB F*CKER, ALL OF HER BONES BELOW WAS BROKEN, ONLY A SUPREME-GRADE POTION WOULD HEAL HER, DO YOU THINK WE CAN AFFORD SUCH A THING?"
I then fell to my knees,
Even if we're a powerful family buying a supreme potion is more expensive than a country.
What have I done?
Tears started to run down again on my face.
"I-i'm sorry, I didn't mean to,"
"No amount of apology would make your sister walk again,"
The harsh truth behind my father's words made me cry even further.
"Come with me, apologize to her not to me"
I soon stood up and followed my father,
As we reach my sister's room,
I hesitantly enter,
My little sister was peering through the window,
"Stella,"
Her gaze soon turned to my father,
"Father,"
"I brought your brother,"
She then turned her gaze towards me.
No longer bearing the same warmth.
I hurriedly bowed,
"I-i'm sorry sis, I didn't mean to,"
I kept apologizing like a broken record,
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry,"
My tears were dripping on the floor,
Soon I heard her voice.
"I forgive you, brother,"
I raised my head as I look back at my sister,
She was smiling at me, looking at me with the same kindness from before.
Even though I was the one that put you in that pitiful state, you still forgave me.
At that moment, I swore, in my heart and in my soul that I would never succumb to the voices again,
That I would grow stronger, and make my sister walk, one more time.
Years passed by,
After training my body, on my 15th birthday, I was gifted with our lineage aura.
I immediately sharpened and improved it, to the point I was able to envelop my entire body with it.
The voices in my head whispered and mumbled but I never acknowledged them and never pleaded to them ever again.
I was able to make some friends, and with one step at a time, I was growing stronger.
I finally got into the Academy of Tyresia and managed to secure a position in the honor class.
Life was going great,
Or so I thought,
My eyes shook and dulled,
The same screams from when I was a child came back
They howled in unison as I stare at an elven girl with violent hair.
"R*PE HER," "R*PE HER," "R*PE HER," "R*PE HER," "R*PE HER,"
"R*PE HER," "R*PE HER," "R*PE HER," "R*PE HER," "R*PE HER,"
"R*PE HER," "R*PE HER," "R*PE HER," "R*PE HER," "R*PE HER,"
"R*PE HER," "R*PE HER," "R*PE HER," "R*PE HER," "R*PE HER,"
N-NO!
PLEASE
WHY NOW!?!?