Silent Screamers
Hey people! I really want to thank you all! This is my first story and I've had over 2000 hits and 40 reviews! Thank You! My mum just snuck a look at the first chapter and now she thinks there's something wrong with my mental state. From now on I'm dedicating my chapters but not to reviewers or friends.
This chapter is dedicated to all the young people who are in trouble and have to provide for themselves.
Disclaimer: Once again not mine but will be…MOOHAHAHA!
Chapter 7
Have you ever wondered why we're here? What our mission in life is? Our reason?
Do you ever look back and think, if I changed that, would my life be better?
Just one small thing. Just one small action.
And if we just disappeared… would someone care? Would their world start to crumble because we're not there?
Would the pain of our mistakes go? Would the wounds we inflicted, heal? Would all the crying stop? The hurt? The… screams…
Walking through the halls of the mental hospital, I could hear them.
All of them…
Screaming their pain…their anguish.
Screaming for death, for the freedom of eternal rest…
It's shattering.
All the voices, singing the same song.
The song for release…
I don't know how anyone could get better there… it's hell.
And I left mum behind, in that small…windowless…grey room.
Where she'll get 'better'.
Where she'll become free from the demon's within…
I walked out the main doors and there he is, grandpa. Waiting.
It was then that I realised why he left.
He couldn't do it. He couldn't put his daughter in a mental hospital.
It was too hard for him…
Looking at his weather beaten old face with years of worry etched into it, part of me broke.
One single tear slid down my cheek.
He walked up to me and helped me into the car. He didn't say anything while we drove home, there was nothing to say.
As soon as we got home I went upstairs and fell asleep. I didn't wake until the next morning. It was time to go get Souta. It was time to tell him.
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"is it true?"
"huh?" the question totally threw me. I was just getting the courage to tell him.
"is it true mummy's in hospital?" Souta asked.
I looked at him. There was a pleading look in his limpid brown eyes. They were begging me to treat him as an adult. We stopped walking.
"Y-y-yes…" I could do it, I can do it! "mummy's getting help. She's…" he said it for me.
"she's an alcoholic," he said bluntly.
I stared at him.
"who told you?" but I knew the answer.
"Yura." My aunt. Trying t get the one thing I love in my life to leave me.
"Souta… I'm so sorry I didn't tell you." He hugged me.
he was shaking. I realised that he was crying. his small frame racked with sobs. I let him cry. There were so many tears…
tears for mum. Tears for dad. Tears for him. For me…
he cried until his body stopped shaking. He looked up at me with tears still oozing out of the corners of his eyes and said, "let's go home."
I nodded.
He meant our old house.
I knew I had to take him there. If I didn't he would never accept it. He wouldn't move on.
So we went.
Standing outside I wondered if I would be able to go inside. It looked exactly the same.
He dragged me up the steps. I started to notice changes. The new door, the little kids boots next to the mat…
Souta rang the bell and that's when I noticed the little child swing hanging off the porch roof.
The door opened to reveal a pretty woman of about 30. She had short brown hair and kind brown eyes.
"Hi can I help you" she asked in a soft voice. I could tell what she was thinking, 'thank god not another sales person.'
"Uh…hi. We used to live here and we were wondering if we could just look around?" I managed to say.
"Sure! Come in! Is there anything in particular you want to see?" she asked in a friendly tone.
"Mummy!" a plump 3 year old girl came running down the hallway, "Mummy look what I found!"
The little girl held up her hand to show her mother. The woman turned pale.
"Give me it, honey. Where did you find it?"
"In my playroom!" she said. She noticed Souta and I standing there.
"Hello! Are you friends of mummy? Look what I found!"
She held up a small metal object.
It was a bullet casing.
I could feel all the blood draining out of my face. It was the case they never found.
"C-c-can I please have that? It's something I lost when I lived here."
"Yes!" she handed the little case over to me and ran off laughing.
"I'll take it. It must have been from the… accident with the last owners," said the woman, "My name's Eri by the way."
"We're Kagome and Souta Higurashi. We sold you this house."
With that I started dragging Souta towards dad's old study. I opened the door and there it was… his room. It was the same…but so different. It was a little girl's playroom. Pink walls, lacy curtains (sounds like my room), toys…everywhere. And there in amongst it all was the little girl, playing with a doll.
I looked at Souta and for the first time in over a month…
He smiled.
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Aww so sweet! Wasn't that just sweet? I thought that was swee-
Crash
Man in white 1: Hello, we're here to take you away now. You're going somewhere nice. Where there are nice people.
Man in white 2: yeah with flowers
Alex: are there computers there?
Man in white 1 (lets call him Bob): … yeah! There are, now come along. See we brought you this nice white jacket with nice long sleeves…
Alex: But…but I can't go!
Man in white 2 (Jeff): why not?
Alex: sniff my people…and…and
Bob (he he): yes…
Alex: My pink mouse!
Jeff: pink mouse?
Bob: right, you're coming with us miss
Alex smashes Bob in the head with a book, knees Jeff in the groin
Alex: not today matey! Only the good die young!
runs out of room
Bob: Shit.