Title: Banshee
Rating: T (it may go up, I haven´t decided it yet)
Resume: "Banshee: Spirit in the form of a wailing woman who appears to or is heard by members of a family as a sign that one of them is about to die." It is an old legend that almost nobody keeps hearing or believes in. But what if they are real? What if they are not spirits or only women who wail at the sight of death? What if you were one, but everyone confused the signals and thought you were just crazy?
Nagisa Centered
Chapter 1: Psychotic Child
Nagisa was always a hyperactive child. His mother usually joked about his ilimited energy and how he would always leave her exhausted at the end of the day. Until de age of 5 Nagisa was a normal kid with blonde hair, pinkish eyes and a permanent smile up his face. Sometimes his parents would get worried when they noticed his son talking a little too fast and with no coherence between words. Other times, they became worried when he stopped talking at all and draw in silence for hours, but their worries weren´t any different of any other parent in the world.
When he turned 6 his father signed him into a swimming class near their house. Nagisa couldn´t choose the color of his swimming suit but still he was able to select the design of his goggles, which were the most colorful and bright goggles of the store. Nagisa was good at making friends, so after his first class his mother wasn´t surprised when her son told her about all the kids in his class and how cool everyone was.
"And there is an older boy." he said during dinner between bites. "His sister is in my class but he swims on the other side of the pool. He is really fast, and he has funny teeth."
His mother and father exchanged looks and smiled at each other. Maybe the influence of an older friend would help Nagisa to gain some maturity or at least become a good role model in the case it was a constant and responsible swimmer.
"What is his name honey?" his mother asked.
Nagisa thought about it for a moment. "His name is Rin, but he gets annoyed when someone tells him he has a girly name. I told him I didn´t mind. I also have a girl´s name, right mommy?"
His three older sisters giggled at the comment.
"We are happy you are making friends Nagisa." said his father as he rubbed the little boy´s hair playfully. Nagisa giggled and kept eating his food.
The next day Nagisa woke up but didn´t got out of bed. His mother, suspecting he was feeling sick, left him sleep in for the day.
The second day Nagisa stood up from the bed but didn´t speak a word or drew a thing.
The third day his parents were called from school arguing Nagisa had fainted during P.E.
On Friday he had his first "psychotic episode".
"So how are you feeling Nagisa?"
The boy looked up towards the old man and hugged his penguin toy against his chest.
"I´m okay."
The doctor wrote something in his little notebook.
"So, your parents told me you have a little breakdown."
Nagisa thought about it. He had heard a lot of names to describe it but he wasn't sure which one was the right one. It was during recess. He was sitting alone eating his lunch in complete silence when he started hearing someone talk. He turned around but found no one around. After a while the voice returned but this time there were two of them. At first they were mumbling but when the kid started paying attention to them he noticed they were talking about a big storm. Suddenly Nagisa started feeling scared. He close his eyes but the voice just grew louder and then the images arrived; images and scenes of destruction and the sea swallowing ships, people, animals.
The urge to scream was too much. All he wanted was them to go away, to leave him alone.
Rin, Rin, Rin…
Nagisa opened his eyes but the image of his friend´s father being eaten by the sea stayed. The next thing he remembered was hearing himself screaming at the top of his lungs.
"I just started screaming." he tried to excuse himself. "I didn´t do anything bad."
"Your teacher told your parents you started screaming out of nowhere. That is not something normal and I think you know it." Nagisa didn´t liked the man. "And she also said you look terrified. What made you so scared?"
The boy thought about it for a second. "They told me he is going to get hurt."
The old man put the notebook away and stared at Nagisa with curious eyes. "Who told you that?"
Nagisa raised his shoulders. He wasn´t sure who they were any way but the doctor wasn´t going to let it go.
"Your imaginary friends?"
Nagisa shook his head.
"No, Miyaki hasn´t been around lately. They were different. They sounded angry and scary. I don´t like them. And they showed me ugly things. I didn´t like that either."
The doctor took a couple of notes and the interview continued. After almost two hours he was taken to a small room next to the doctor´s office where he played with some of the toys. That day the doctor prescribed him some purple pills he had to take every morning after breakfast and one before going to be.
Two nights later The Storm hit Iwatobi killing almost 50 sailors.
Rin didn´t returned to the club after that.