There first was the tv, then, his parents talking over the tv, then his phone vibrating in his pocket as he sat on the couch. He looked between his parents and the tv, wish one of them would just shut up. Looking at his phone, he gripped it as it felt like everything got louder and louder. It all felt so overwhelming he just wanted to scream. He could feel the tears building up behind his eyes as he sat there longer. He quickly stood, quietly excusing himself from the room and walked out of the living room and to his bedroom.
he closed the door behind himself and it stopped. All the noise just stopped and he was relived, still stressed but relived. He walked the few feet to his bed and sat down, looking at his phone and the notification on it.
Sighing, he laid back on the bed. He actually got sleep that night.
In the morning he was ready by 7 and out the door by 7:30 for school. Though, through the school day he didn't focus, thoughts slowly intruding in.
'You're not going to accomplish anything.' He felt as if the voice was just floating around him.
'I don't even know why you try' he looked at the math paper trying to understand the problems on the page but the voice spoke again before he could even get past one number.
'You should give up. They love him more' he stared at the paper, believing the voice was speaking true words.
'If you didn't come home they would rejoice, they would sell all your things.' He gripped his pencil in his fist, shutting his eyes tight trying to get the voice to leave him alone.
'They don't love you; they love the son you never were. They love the idea of you.' He stopped, the voice was right.
