Everything will be okay...
He had no choice but to believe them. Agree that everything will be okay. That he is just a paranoid child and that they knew the best. It was hard to believe. Sixteen year old Izaya Orihara, thought that it was very hard to believe that monsters weren't real. That they are not going to chase him, catch him, and devour him. Just like they devoured his family. He could shut his eyes, and pretend he didn't hear them…but they were still there. Monster's hungry eyes were searching for him. Determined to finish what it started.
"Izaya, are you even listening to me?"
The woman's voice reached to him through haziness of his day time nightmares. No he wasn't listening to her. He did not hear a single word she said. It didn't really matter anywise. They just pretended to help, pretended to care. Nobody really cared for him. He was all alone in this scary world. Poor, little Izaya. So alone and abounded. Nobody loves you, nobody even likes you. Izaya flew up at the monsters voice, shaking like crazy. Where is it? Where is it hiding? How did it managed to find him here?
"Izaya, sit down!"
He plopped down on the floor without a second thought. This was it, the monster got him, and he was done for. The woman must work for the monster too, that's how it found him.
"I meant on the couch, Izaya, sit on the couch."
He didn't move. He just sat on the floor, clutching his knees to his chest, shaking violently. She stood up from her seat, looking mad as ever. She grabbed his color and pulled him up, showing him towards the couch. He sat down obediently, looking down at his feet, dreading the moment in which monster will show itself again.
"Repeat after me Izaya: There are no monsters."
He shook his head, if he said that the monster would get angry. He couldn't deny its existence. She sighed and kneeled down to his eye level. Her face looked kind again, but he knew it was a trick. She hated him and wanted him gone. That's why she told the monster where he is.
"Izaya, I can't help you if you don't let me help you. Come on Izaya. No one can hurt you here; you can talk to me freely. Come on Izaya, let me in."
He waved his head no, he knew those were all lies. He knew she didn't care about him. If she did she would understand and protect him from the monster.
"Well I can't say I didn't try. Take him away."
Brutal arms appeared out of nowhere grabbing his shoulders and pulling him up. Horror rose through him as he fought to escape the arms, but to no avail. They grabbed his arms restraining them behind his back. He tried to kick them or squirm out of their grips but they pushed him to the wall, slamming his face against it.
"Alright kid, we can do this the easy way or the hard way. It's your call." Came the gruff voice.
He gave up the fight immediately, his body falling limp in the men's arms. He didn't want it done the hard way. The hard way hurt him. And he was going to have to come with them either way, so giving up was the only logical thing to do. The arms took him away to his room, and left him inside.
They didn't care. Nobody cared. That's right, nobody cares for you little Izaya. You're such a stupid, useless little boy. He clasped his hands over his ears, trying to block out monsters voice. Stupid, stupid boy, sang the monster its hungry voice resonating in Izaya's head.
"Stop it, please stop it. No more, please." Izaya begged silently, tears veiling up in his eyes.
Little Izaya is going to cry? Go, go and cry you stupid boy. Cry yourself a river, maybe it will save you. Stupid, stupid boy. It didn't save your family, did it now. Stupid boy. The monster roared inside his head. Izaya couldn't take it anymore. He couldn't take the verbal abuse from the monster or the "everything is alright" from the doctors. Not anymore. He wanted out. He cried softly to himself, wishing for a place that is safe from the monster, wishing for someone to love him and care for him. Wishing for a home.
Stupid boy.