------------------------------------
No Mommy, don't do it again
Don't do it again
I'll be a good boy
I'll be a good boy, I promise
-- Disturbed
"Down With The Sickness"
------------------------------------
Flashbacks, Chapter One
------------------------------------
It's so dark tonight.
Another night alone, the feelings of despair, the whispers of the voices are my only friends. And the screaming.
"GO TO FUCKING SLEEP!"
Oh, God, constant screaming.
It's driving me up the fucking wall…
------------------------------------
Todd Casil sighed. Thirteen years old, and his father thought he was about ten years younger.
"GO TO FUCKING SLEEP!" his father said, again.
"Jeez," Todd mumbled, rolling over in his bed. He felt three years old, with his stupid little teddy bear – Shmee – by his side.
It was going to be one of those dreams again.
------------------------------------
GO TO SLEEP! GO TO SLEEP!
It's like a warning light, an alarm going off in my head. I don't want to sleep. I loathe sleep.
Wait.
That was not a doughboy or Nailbunny.
The voice was real… it was not part of me – no part of me wishes for sleep, as far as I am concerned.
And the screaming was not that of my victims. The screaming was a man yelling 'go to sleep.' And the screaming on the other end was from a boy. The screaming I am used to – pain screaming. But the pain wasn't caused by me this time – I heard a whistle through the air, a belt…
Fuck.
I think that's Squee.