∆Three To Count∆

∆Patrick's story∆

"YOU STAY IN THAT ROOM OF YOURS! AND DON'T YOU DARE COME OUT!" My dad shouted before locking me in my room.
"Please I don't know what's going on." I pleaded desperately and truthfully pounding on my door.

"Hun we will call special services to help you." My mom said sweetly through the door. No matter how sweet she said it didn't take away the fact that they are still gonna send me away so they don't have to deal with me. I sat on the edge of my bed holding my head in my hands thinking.

I freaked out in the living room almost hurting my mom in the process. She said my eyes turned a bright yellow, I started making the growls of a beast and I wouldn't listen to a word she said over my random chantings under my breath. She told my father which caused him to rage in furry. So as an act he locked me in here, while they call special services. My anger has been out of control this week, I always hid my issues from everybody, but today I just couldn't take it anymore. If only there was a way to get rid of this?

Suddenly I feel a gust of wind hit my arm. I look towards the window to see it wide open, after I remember closing it completely shut. I slammed my window shut, but with the windows shut I still felt chills go up my spine. After closing i see a tattered piece of a golden colored paper in the corner of my room caught my attention. I've never seen it in here, so I picked it up and unfolded it to see very cursive and neat writing.

"You will soon return to hell." The note read. I didn't want to think about this too much, so I crumbled the note and chucked it in my trash.

As I sit down on my bed again placing my head in hands once again, but now I'm hearing the voices in my head I hear everyday.

"Patrick....Patrick." They whisper.

"Kill them..kill them" they continue.

I have a battle with the evil whispers and the good in my head. The evil whispers turn into loud echoing shouts. The shouts are now making my head throb in pain. I squeeze my eyes shut not wanting them to open and grip the sides my head holding fist full of hair causing my hat to fall to the ground.
I let out a blood curdling scream out of pain. I couldn't hear my door open and close and my parents entering with the shouts overpowering me.

My voices are telling me to kill the man standing in the doorway with a disgusted look of disapproval and the kind women crying next to me in worry and rubbing my back in circles. I forcefully close and open my eyes to have a slightly red vision. I now know I have yellow eyes from my slightly red vision, but I'm not immediately raging.

"This is sad Patrick." My father says with an emotionless voice.

My face tenses up in rage and I glare at this man I call dad.
My mom notices my rage and before I can get up to do something I might regret, she pulls me into a sweet hug. This sweet hug has gotten me through so much pain, from scraping my knee on my bike as a child to losing another girlfriend at 16. My eyes turn back to their light blue color as I hug my mom.

"We'll call them tomorrow Patrick since it's so late, but for now go to bed." He says coldly. My mother let's go and wishes me goodnight as I do the same to her. She leaves the room with him leaving me alone again. I change out of my day clothes into night attire, and enter my cold sheets. I stare at my roof wondering "How did I ruin the relationship with my father?"

We were always very close and we did everything together that a father and son would do. Now he just treats me like some burden he's supposed to live with. I don't know what happened,just one day he never treated me nicely again.

I don't want to be stuck in my head for any longer, so I turn to my side and drift off to sleep.

I laid in my bed with eyes closed for what felt like eternity, but was really three hours. While trying to find the urge to sleep I have the same whispers sounding in my head.
"Escape... Escape"
"Leave them... they never loved you."
I want to run away. I know I can't run away from my problems, but I can save people from my problems. It's two in the mourning and I know everyone's asleep, so I trap my duffle bag and fill it with clothing and other essentials. I have been planing to do this for a while but I had no reason before, I just wanted to get away.
From planing I saved 400 dollars for this occasion.

My mother and my siblings were sweet and kind, but this is not their problem. I'll miss them so much, even my dad. I stopped at my desk and made a heart felt note to leave on my bed post. I grabbed my fully packed bag and crawled out my window saying goodbye to my home one last time.

Sorry if this is awful but I have a new chapter I'm gonna put up later. But thank you if you are reading this.

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