Title: Banshee

Rating: T (it may go up, I haven´t decided it yet)

Resume: "Banshee: Spirit in the form of a wailing woman who appears to or is heard by members of a family as a sign that one of them is about to die." It is an old legend that almost nobody keeps hearing or believes in. But what if they are real? What if they are not spirits or only women who wail at the sight of death? What if you were one, but everyone confused the signals and thought you were just crazy?

Nagisa Centered

Notes:

Bold: The voices talking

Italic: Nagisa´s thoughts.


Chapter 2

"We are so accustomed to disguise ourselves to others, that in the end, we become disguised to ourselves."

Nagisa learned to live with the voices. He learned how to shut them at day and let them speak freely at night, when he could hit his head against the wall or put music at the maximum volume so he could scream whenever he needed to. His doctors believed the voices were just a chemical response to some kind of stressful moment or some crap. His parents believed that even though his doctors kept giving him pills he was going to turn into a normal boy someday. That went on and on until the three parts understood Nagisa wasn´t going to be a normal boy.

In four years his anxiety went from bad to worse. His social abilities changed drastically and even though they were less recurrent, the screaming remained. It was involuntary and mostly appeared whenever the voices showed him ugly images, scenes of people´s deaths.

When he turned 9, he returned to the Iwatobi Swimclub where he found new friends. The first one he related with was with Makoto. He was one year older than him.

Just like Rin…

Makoto was kind, a little bit shy but nice. He had brown hair, green eyes and was a little taller than the rest of the kids. He started talking to him after the coach asked him to. The boy had reached him during his second day back at the club. He reached him after the practice by asking him about the cartoon on his towel. They spent about 10 minutes talking about the show from where the cartoon came from and after that Makoto introduced him to Haru, his best friend.

Haru was other thing. He was serious, with carbon black hair and deep blue eyes. They exchanged a couple of words and then Nagisa was forced to leave.

"Did you make any friends?" asked his mother with real concern. Nagisa, who was staring at the window didn´t hear her.

Haru will make this bad. He will hurt… He is going to hurt.

"Nagi?" his older sister called him from the front seat. "Did you have fun?"

This time the boy reacted. "Yeah, it was fun."

"Did you make new friends?" repeated his mother.

Nagisa thought about it for a second. "There was a boy who also likes Adventure Time so we talked about it for a while."

His mother didn´t add anything but Nagisa was able to read the aura of happiness coming from her body. That was good, he supposed. Since his first attack he had tried to so hard to make his mother and father happy and, even when he thought he had succeeded, something bad happened to destroy his childish illusion. So now, that the simple mention of a friend, made his mother smile in joy, he assumed if he said he had two friends the happiness would be double.

"And he introduced me to his friend; their names are Makoto and Haru."

This time the two girls inside the car smiled.

"They have girly names like you Nagisa!" screamed his sister.

The boy nodded and then the conversation passed from him to a dialogue between his sister and his mother about some homecoming dance on her school at the end of the month. Nagisa used the distraction to pass his attention to the view through the window.

Stop crying like a baby.

Shut up!, thought the boy as he whipped a tear off his cheek. He couldn't believe his thoughts had gone from Makoto to Rin. His mother wouldn´t like that, she didn´t like to see him sad or angry, and whenever she saw any of those the pills came. He hated them. He hated the way they made him feel and the fact that they had no effect over the voices.

He will be back. He will always come back.


Sorry is short...