Warning: abusive themes, semi-graphic violence.
Bill was staring at his hands with wide eyes, mentally seeing other hands overlap his. A thousand different lives, memories, thoughts and ideas overlapping and overwhelming the nine year old boy.
Bill was scared. He didn't know why he had woken up with several trillion years worth of knowledge and power that he didn't want, . He just wanted it to be gone, all of it, the conflicting ideas, morals, lives clashing in his mind, the demonic power rushing through his veins.
And somehow Bill knew this wasn't even close to the changes that were coming. Even now he could feel the power slowly, very slowly gaining, overwhelming his body in a way he wasn't ready for. He could feel energy pumping through his veins, calling for him to do something with it.
He was panicking. What was he expected to do with this? He couldn't just move on like he'd always done, not from this, not when he had woken floating above his bed.
He forced his breathing to slow down. Will. He had to tell Will about it, Will would know what to do. They'd always helped each other out.
But Bill couldn't. Will would tell Dad and if Dad knew...
Bill's blood froze at the thought. If Dad found out what he had become, what he would become if this continued- a freak-Bill was doomed.
He couldn't tell anyone. Maybe, if he just ignored it, lived normally, it wouldn't get worse. He could deal with accidentally floating once in a while, right?
No, not really. But he had to. For Will's sake, if for nothing else.
Bill knew what he could do, knew all too well the destruction he could bring. He remembered other lives, other people with the same power. The mistakes they made, the chaos they caused. The lives of the people who had somehow, someway held this power before him, and went insane trying to handle it.
Bill didn't want this power. He'd never wanted anything but somewhat of a good life for him and his twin brother. He wouldn't become like the ones before him, he would break the cycle, he would live on like he had before.
"Bill!"
Bill's head jerked up, torn from his thoughts by his name being called from downstairs.
"Hurry up lazyface, we're gonna be late to school!"
Will's cheerful voice instilled a sense of relief in Bill. It was just as it always was, school was about to start, he was still real. For everyone else, nothing had changed.
"Coming!" Bill called back, grinning.
