Internal Demons
Chapter 1

"Forget it Iria! I'm not going!" I shouted and threw my arms up over my head.

"Quatre! Be reasonable!" My older sister pleaded with me, "Your not well, this place will help you. Just give it a chance Kitty-kat." I could sense the worry in her voice, her emotions were wild. Fear, worry, pain, sadness - regret. Were all hitting me in waves, but I was tired, so tired.

"Iria I love you and appreciate your wiliness to help - but nothing is wrong with me, I..." but my father cut me off before I could finish. He stomped into the kitchen, his footstep heavy; he brought anger with him, rows and rows of anger.

"Quatre!" I bowed my head as he stopped in front of me, I could never look my father into the eye. He always made me feel ashamed, small and helpless.
"You will do what we say!" Iria placed a hand on his strained arm, trying to calm him and resolve the situation herself. But he shook her off and growled at me.
"I sick of this, these childish thoughts! How can you say your fine when you believe yourself to feel people around you! And the nightmares Quatre, do you forget the nightmares!"

No I never forget the nightmares, since I was a child I have never slept peacefully. My dreams and thoughts were always plagued with unholy creatures, death, and sin.
But I know better- they were not always nightmares, most were visions.

I shook as my father kept screaming at me my shoulders shuddered as I tried to regain my composure. Iria came up behind me and patted my shoulder, trying to calm me.
It was too late I was finished with this. Now they were planning to send me away, to some "rehabilitation center for the youth". All because of what I felt to be real.
"Go to your room!" my father shouted and I turned away and headed up to my cage. Leaving the kitchen I paused just out of my father and sisters sight.
"Father you shouldn't have been so harsh, he's scared." My sister was always trying to protect me. I watched my father rub his temples then engaged himself in conversation with Iria.

"I'm just tired, how can my only son say he's normal when he has never been." Iria patted him on the shoulder.
"Still, give him time, you know Quatre - he just needs to think and work everything out, the center should help him." My father nodded and hugged my sister.
"Iria - I just..." he paused, "This has gone on for so long, Quatre's now seventeen, he has been doing this since he was five. It can't be medical."
"Its not, it has to be emotional. I've looked though all my text books" Iria spoke with the curiosity and assurance of any pre-med student.

I sighed and left my family to discuss my future. Slowly taking the stairs step-by-step, I made my way up to my room, upon reaching it I began to pack.
Once I finished, I reached under may bed and pulled out a large shoebox. I opened it and gather all my money. I had a couple hundred dollars in different bills, I had been saving for a violin since I was ten, and I was so close.
But now I had bigger plans.

Organizing my money I placed as much as I could in my wallet and the remaindered in my sports bag I had used to back.
Closing my rooms' door, I silently crept downstairs; I could still hear my sister and father taking in the kitchen.
Grabbing my keys of the end table near the door, I quietly made my way out to car me and my sister both drove.
I release the parking brake and placed the car into neutral and let it back out of the drive on its own. Once I reached the street, I then cranked, and placed the car into drive.
"Goodbye" I whispered over my shoulders, never looking back as I sped off.