"You're a traitor!", the voices yelled out at him.
"Please stop", he whimpered.
"You dishonor your own name", they called, angry and loud.
"You're hurting me", he murmured fearfully.
Then the voices stopped.
"Why are you even alive!", a singular voice called out to him, echoing into high-pitched, white noise.
Ty awoke from his nightmare, sweating and cold. He tried hard to forget his dream as he crawled into a ball in the corner of his bed. He cried himself into a fitful sleep.
"Hey, Ty. You okay?", someone said as Ty slowly regained consciousness.
"Huh?", he replied and looked around slowly.
He was still in bed, but something didn't feel right. All his friends were standing around his bed looking worried. Ty yawned and rubbed his eyes with the back of his hands.
"What's wrong?", he questioned.
All his friends shared a worried glance among themselves.
"Ah, nothing", Sky spoke up.
"It's just you sounded really in pain", Mitch said.
"What are you talking about?", Ty murmured, shifting his legs around to sit on the side of his bed.
He looked around the room as a gasp was released from Seto and Jason. Husky turned away from the bed and the others averted their eyes.
"What?", Ty said.
"Y-your legs", Sky murmured.
"Huh? I didn't quite catch that Sky?", Ty said, confused.
"Your legs", Sky said, gritting his teeth, still looking away.
Ty looked down and nearly fainted. Blood all over his legs and torso. He shakily wiped his hand over the red substance. He looked down at his soaked hand as Husky ran to the bathroom. Ty attempted to stand, but his legs gave way underneath him. Jerome came forward a little and knelt to give him a hand. But upon trying to get up, Ty fell onto Jerome's shoulder. Jerome pulled Ty's right arm around his shoulder and put his arm around Ty's waist. The others watched as Jerome pulled Ty to the bathroom.
An hour after the incident Ty was still in the bathroom watching as the crimson liquid washed off his legs, then he felt the pain begin. Now that his legs and torso were clean he could see little cuts all over his body. Thin and razor like. They zigzagged all over but stopped where his chest met his torso. He swallowed and pushed back the tears that threatened to fall over the edges of his eyes. He got out of the shower and put some disinfectant on the cuts, the stinging barely registering in his mind. He bandaged his legs and torso and put his blood-soaked shorts in the wash basked after rinsing them under the warm shower water. He wrapped a towel around his body and exited the shower. His steps heavy and slow as he walked to his room.
The others listened from the kitchen as he opened his door and entered his room. The door shut quietly afterward.
"Should we take him to a psychiatrist or something?", Sky questioned, swirling his coffee around in his mug, looking down at it sadly.
"Maybe, I mean if we wait what else will happen?", Seto said as he leaned against the door to the living room.
The question hung over their heads like a guillotine blade. They all knew the answer in their minds, though.
'He could die'.