Chapter Three
Another short chapter….but this one is to explain the psychological reasoning for certain events in the future of this story. I hope you guys like it! Wow….I've gotten LOTS of alerts…thanks a lot! Keep reviewing, okay? It's all I ask.
The Little Boy could hear them. Constantly their voices would penetrate his eardrum, angry words spilling into the crevices in his mind. Not even the thick walls or the game of marbles he attempted to focus on could prevent the bitter anger from surrounding his soul like a putrid, acrid smoke.
Tonight, however, felt worse than all other nights combined. Perhaps it was the pounding headache he'd received in an unfortunate gym class mishap, or maybe it was from Drake Adams slamming his bony frame into the wall for the fourth time that week. The Little Boy fingered the marble in his palm. It was a cool obsidian black, a soulless gaping void. He wished he could jump into its depths, if only to escape the cruel world around him.
"It'll be all right, Kevin." Startled, the Little Boy whirled around, trying to detect the origin of the voice. No one was there. He placed his ear on the floorboards, yet he didn't hear anything else. The Little Boy was about to shrug it off, when-
"It'll be all right." At this point, he began to feel a little bit afraid. The hair on the back of his neck was beginning to prickle.
"W-Who are you?" The Little Boy asked with a quiver in his voice. His eyes were saucers in the plane of his face.
"I am your friend. I am inside of you. No one else knows about me. Do not worry, Kevin. Everything will be fine."
The Little Boy decided to ignore the voice. Surely it was something he ate, or maybe he was tired. He crawled into bed just as the screams of his parents escalated into the shrieks of banshees.
But The Voice returned. When he was alone, simply wishing to fall off the edge of the planet and be vaporized by cosmic rays, it would come to his aid. After a while, he had to admit that he liked it. The Voice knew just how to comfort him, just how to make him feel like he was worth something.
And it helped him. School had never been the Little Boy's forte, but the Voice knew this and gave him the answers to the problems on his stupid math worksheets. Deep within his heart, the Boy knew that he was cheating, but since his friend was inside of him, it really wasn't all that bad, was it?
The Voice sometimes told him to do things. Beat up Drake Adams. That had felt good. Vandalize the restrooms. Even better. It had been vengeance on the toilet that his head had been swirled into so many times. Sometimes he felt a tiny poke in his stomach that tried to inform him that his actions weren't the right ones, but he ignored it. The Voice made him. And the Voice couldn't steer him wrong, that he knew.
When he finally was out from under the musty rug that was his home and his family, the Voice left the Boy. He spent many a day in agony, hoping and praying that it would come back and be his saving grace again. Life once again had dissolved into a murky mess that he could barely wade through.
And then he met Her. The Woman he Loved. His need for the Voice evaporated the moment he laid eyes on her GUI.
For a few years, peace.
But then, the Voice returned, the moment the Man heard the words between the Woman He Loved and her 'friend'.
And it craved blood.
To clarify: Kevin has a form of schizophrenia. He is NOT possessed. The Voice won't really be discussed in the future, but now you readers understand why Kevin does what he does. Trust me. Or should you?