Loud Silence
A one-shot by LoudLurker
"There it is again…"
The boy stirred, the cold porcelain spreading goose pimples over his bare back.
"Can't you hear it?"
…
Absolute silence.
"I can't stand it, they won't leave me alone!"
The boys skin has grown pallid and clammy, almost matching the shade of his hair.
"Every waking moment they haunt me, chanting and pestering all the time!"
"You're worthless, you are a mistake." The voices continue.
"You were born wrong, your body is broken."
Lincoln boxes his already reddened ears and clenches his teeth until his ears start to ring.
"Every day it's the same thing! They never stop. I-I don't know what to do anymore."
The shaken child looks down at the backpack next to the bath and his eyes widen.
"I think it's finally time to put an end to this."
A cold hand shakily unzips the bag, his breath hitches at the sight of the contents.
"Nothing, you are nothing. Do it now, you deserve it."
Lincoln clutches his hair in his grip and pulls, ripping out tufts of white strands with bloodied tips.
Sobbing, he leaned forward and turned the hot water on.
Steaming water gushed from the spicket, scalding the bottom of the boys legs. The level slowly rose and reddened the rest of him until he turned the knob when it reached the top of the rim.
"It has to be as hot as possible. I need to do this right."
"You can't do anything right, you will fail, you are a failure."
"I KNOW! I KNOW I'M A FAILURE!" He punches his ears "WHY WON'T YOU LEAVE ME ALONE!?"
"There's only one way to leave us."
He takes a shallow shaky breath and reaches in the bag.
A faint rattle is heard as he pulls out a bottle of aspirin.
"Yes, do it."
His wet hands slip off the cap trying to get it open. He puts the cap between his teeth and twists hard.
*CRACK*
The opened bottle and a chunk of his tooth flew into the bathwater, little white pills scattered across the hot water.
Lincoln panicked and started shoveling the little tablets in his mouth and began chomping on them violently, the bitter taste making his already teary eyes water more.
After eating several handfuls he needed something to wash it down so he thrust his hand into the bag and pulled out a rectangular bottle reading 'SVEDKA' and quickly undid the cap.
As the lukewarm fluid assaulted his mouth Lincoln coughed and choked.
"Gah why would people drink this?"
He takes a moment to gain his composure and quickly downs the rest of the bottle.
"You're weak, your soul is weak, your body is weak."
Lincoln, feeling light headed, looks at his hands. They appeared blurred and distant, he could feel a fire in his stomach and his pathetic heart in his ears.
"One more. One more! DO IT!"
He reaches into the bag once more and freezes when his hand finds what it was feeling for.
*click-click-click*
Lincoln stares at the blade, mesmerised by the simplicity of it. He could see his reflection in it.
"That's what a coward looks like. Disgusting."
Tears streamed down the boys face as he placed the tip of the blade at the base of his wrist.
The cold steel required little effort to break his flesh and release his essence.
"Look at the filth leak out of you soon we will part, worm."
He dragged the blade down the length of his arm, his supple flesh unzipping releasing the hot sticky liquid.
He was amazed by how much and how quickly his life fled his body.
"I-I can finally enjoy silence."
His head hit the back of the bath with a sickening thunk.
"You finally did something right."