••SILENT SCREAMS••

Created By; Snow Marisvega

DEMONS.

Mrs. McCoy cried as she looked at her son's corpse, as he laid peacefully in his coffin, his eyes closed and a long scar on his neck from the time he had slit his throat. Austin watched her, his hands together to stop them from shaking. His mother wailed, begging her son to please come back to him while Mr. McCoy held onto her, trying to console her.

"My son is dead!" She kept crying. "He died hating me, Mark." She told her husband, her eyes were swollen, she probably had been crying nonstop for days.

His throat hurt, his chest did.

Another death in Oakwood.

Austin swallowed, losing his tie a bit as he felt suffocated, as he felt like he shouldn't be here but then what would have been his excuse since he and Connor were "best friends". He couldn't wait to be done here so he could leave and return home to the things that calmed him. Ever since he heard the news about Connor's death, he couldn't phantom why Connor would kill himself, why would he slit his own throat? Sure, he knew Connor had his demons and often acted like Alex still existed, but he didn't think it would get so bad, and watching the video from the asylum scared him.

Connor was indeed crazy.

Ever since Austin watched that tape, all he had felt was some sort of cold, discomfort, fear. He couldn't get it out of his head, the graphic video of Connor slitting his own throat, the tape of him being two people, laughing and crying. It haunted him. He couldn't stop blaming himself no matter how hard he tried not to. Connor was dead because of him, it didn't matter whatever angle he looked at this from, it was all because of him.

Because of what he had done.

He killed two people.

All because of his jealousy and ambition, his stupid goal back in highschool. Austin was the popular bad boy back in the day, he terrified kids and he enjoyed it, the only thing he didn't have was money. And Connor had that, he had the money, he had the charm, he had everything Austin seemed to lack. Austin's parents had not hit jackpot until he had graduated from high school, then they became successful and the money, the life he always wanted, he got it.

But the jealous Austin already ruined two lives.

Austin wasn't patient enough, if he had Connor then he could have money. He would be able to have access to everything he dreamt of, through Connor he could have it all and the only thing that was standing in his way at that time was the boy Alex.

He had to get rid of him to get Connor on his side, Connor had it all, money, looks, he had everything but what made Austin mad was that Connor didn't care. He was still cool and shit even when he didn't flaunt what he had, instead he sat with the mute during lunch and in classes. He needed Connor on his side and to make Connor a number two, so he could remain the number one.

He was the king of manipulation anyways, that was what he was always called back then, he knew how to work his way into a person's head and then make you do what he wanted. But at what expense? Because of his gift, dear little Alex drowned and now, Connor had slit his throat. They were both dead because of him and him alone.

This was fucked up in many ways.

He couldn't be here, he didn't think he deserved to be there but then no one could know it all went back to him, especially Connor's mom.

She was hurt, grieving and didn't want her son to be buried, her tears moved everyone and made them cry, including myself.

After Alex died, his not so caring mother ended up having a stroke. I remember her crying about how she had murdered her child, how her son died because of her. We knew Alex suffered abuse at home, but we minded our business. She didn't know what she had until she had lost it. Alex's mother had died a year ago and as for his father, well, no one really knows anything about him.

Austin said his farewells to Connor's parents who adored him, they considered him a son, he was an amazing person who had stood by their child.

So they thought.

And the guilt was definitely eating Austin up because he was nothing like they thought. He was a user. He was an opportunist. He was fake. He didn't care about Connor all those years, not one bit, because he was getting everything he wanted.

But now?

He was alone.

Austin couldn't deal with guilt, it was like nails in his skin and it always left a mark. He couldn't stop blaming himself, he couldn't get Connor out of his head. He remembered all the days they laughed, their happy times. Connor was a sweet boy, he knew that. Connor was an actual angel who tried to make everyone happy until he poisoned that mind of his.

He had betrayed Connor a lot of times back in the day, sleeping with his ex girlfriends and being a gold digger friend.

Connor would still be alive, if it wasn't for him. If he had just let the boy be, if he had minded his business, both boys would be alive.

To try get rid of the guilt or lessen it, Austin became a drug addict, he tried to get rid of his pain with it. He tried to not think about what he had done, how he had caused Alex to drown and Connor to slit his own throat. He slept with several girls, did all sorts of drugs, went to clubs to be distracted, drank alcohol to forget, he lived that life every night, trying to forget but every morning, he would remember, they barely worked.

Austin got into unnecessary fights, he wanted to be beaten, he wanted to feel pain, something to get rid of the one he felt inside of him. The guilt.

His parents were starting to worry, his mother questioned him about his recent behaviour, and all he would say was I'm fine. They decided to give him some space for some time, he was only grieving and would be fine soon enough.

He had lost his best friend after all.

Then Austin's world changed one night.

He couldn't get any sleep, he had been turning in his bed due to a nightmare he was having and it scared him. He was sweating profoundly and trying to wake up. It eventually worked and he opened his eyes, still laying in one position. And then he felt some presence in his room. He frowned, confused because he was certain he was the only one home. Blinking severally to get rid of the blurriness and the sleepy pain in his eyelids, he looked in front of him and smiling at him was a familiar boy sitting at the edge of the bed.

"Hello, Austin." He grinned.

Austin's body turned cold as he rapidly sat up and moved backwards, his breathing increased. He couldn't tell if he was still asleep, if this was still another nightmare, so he slowly pinched himself.

"Did that work cause I think I'm still here."

"Connor." He breathed.

He was dressed in the same clothes as he was from the asylum and had the cut mark on his throat.

"Hello, best friend." He waved.

"What are you doing in- no, no, you're dead. No, no, this is all in my head." Austin muttered, shaking his head to get rid of the dead boy in his room.

"Oh come on now, don't act surprised, best friend." Connor spoke and Austin's eyes widen.

"Oh, God!" He breathed shakingly and looked away. "No, no, no, get out of my head, no leave." He laid back on his bed and covered himself with the sheets, shivering, his lips trembling.

"I can't leave. You should be happy to see me! Haven't you been praying for me to be back?" Connor inquired.

"Ignore him. Ignore him. He's not here. Wake up. Wake up." Austin said continuously, trying to get himself to wake up.

"Austin, look at me!" Connor yelled. "Why are you scared of me? You did this."

Austin fell off his bed, he couldn't look at Connor, he began crawling towards the door as his lips trembled and his sweat became cold.

"Austin. I am dead because of you!" Connor shouted, standing against the door. Austin let out a small scream as he moved backwards, his eyes finally meeting Connor's.

"Please, leave me alone." He cried. "Go away." He said as he dragged himself towards the wall and stayed there.

"Mom! Help!!" He cried.

"I am not going anywhere." Connor laughed. "We are best friends! Because of the goodness of your heart, i am dead! I am fucking dead!" Connor spat.

Austin let out a loud scream, placing both hands at the side of his head, bringing his knees up to his chest and shutting his eyes as the tears fell. "LEAVE ME ALONE!" He screamed, his heart racing.

"Austin, look at me!"

"No." He shook his head.

"LOOK AT ME!"

The door burst open and Mr and Mrs. Cartez, Austin's parents rushed in. They stared at their crying son who was curled up against the wall, they ran to him and the second they touched him, he let out a shout as he flinched in fear, startling them. He opened his eyes and Connor was no where to be found, instead his parents were right before him with worry in their eyes.

"Austin, it's us!" His mother said, her hands on his cheeks. "What is going on?"

Austin looked around and when he saw no one, he wiped his tears and decided to act like a man. He shook his head and told them he was fine, but they knew he was not, after all he was trembling her arms.

They decided to get Austin some help but he refused saying it was something he had tried out last night and that was the effect, of course that earned him an angry lecture from his father but he didn't care, he just blankly stared at his father.

He didn't care about anything anymore. He felt empty. He felt almost nothing.

For over a week, Connor appeared more often, every-time he thought about the boy, he just happened to pop up.

"Austin!" Connor called from behind him one evening when Austin was returning from college lectures, startling him. Austin spun around and his eyes met the dead boy and his heart started to race.

"Leave me alone, Connor." He said as he walked faster, and as he sped up, he would find the dead boy somewhere waiting for him in front of him. Either slitting his throat in the middle of the road, or he was just watching Austin while bleeding from his neck.

"Stop. Stop. Stop." He cried softly as he watched Connor who stood in front of some college students, bleed out from his neck.

"Why are you doing this?" He cried and as he turned to run, Connor appeared in front of him.

"Why are you scared? Didn't you kill two people?"

"It wasn't my fault!" Austin yelled, tears falling from his eyes. "Alex fucking brought it on himself, okay? He was gonna die sooner or later because that kid is a fucking fucktard, his life is miserable and it was ony a matter of time before he killed himself, it had nothing to do with me or you, okay? It was on him. The kid was a nuisance who couldn't appreciate the life that was fucking given to him! It's not my fault that he was weak and pathetic!" He snarled. "And if he was alive, I would have fucking told him that myself!" He said, pointing at nobody. He blinked and looked around, realizing that students were staring at him display his little madness, he was talking to no one.

Connor didn't exist.

He swallowed the huge lump in this throat and turned, running away.

Connor was messing with him.

He thought.

If only he knew he was battling with himself.

Austin ran into his room, slamming the door shut and tossing his bag on his bed. He ran his hand through his hair as he breathed heavily, he began to pace around his room as his hands began to shake. He ran over to his dresser and opened it, taking out his anxiety meds. Ever since Connor's death, he had developed a high case of anxiety which led to the prescribed drug from the family doctor.

Was Alex's anxiety this bad?

Austin opened it and began pouring a few pills into his hands, and as he did, he heard behind him.

"They don't really work, you know?"

Austin gasped in fear, the pills dropping to the floor as his eyes widen. That voice. He couldn't turn back, it couldn't be him. It can't be. He let out shaky breaths as fear hugged him like a lover, his heart beat had increased and his breathing was faster now. His sweat went cold again and he felt lightheaded. Austin summoned the courage to turn and look and once he did, he saw a pale boy with greyish eyes, dripping wet and staring at him.

That innocent face, those sad dead eyes were staring into his soul. The slim boy didn't smile, he didn't frown, he just had a blank stare.

Austin let out a loud scream as he fell to the ground and moved backwards until his back touched the wall. "N-No, w-what are you....w-what are you doing here? H-How are you, here?"

"It's funny how you're stuttering like I used to." Alex smiled. "You've been thinking about me the entire time on your way home." He spoke, that voice haunting him and bringing back memories. Austin couldn't bring himself to look at him, he was scared.

Why can't you look at me, Austin?" Alex suddenly asked. "Why don't you tell me what you have been chanting on your way home in your head? Alex insisted. "What have you been thinking? You brought me here, remember? So say it. What you wanted to say."

"No." Austin breathed. "Get out."

"Austin, say it!" Alex ordered, firmly. The boy could never speak in such tone, with such boldness and it scared Austin how Alex sounded, how Alex looked.

Austin shook his head repeatedly, eyes closed. "N-No! Go away!"

"AUSTIN, SAY IT!" Alex hollered.

"You are weak, okay?!!" Austin gave in, his eyes red. "No one murdered you! No one is at fault for your fucking death! You killed yourself! You killed yourself because you are pathetic, you couldn't handle life like a man! Because you were nothing! Just a fucking attention seeker, it was all you!" He screamed. "All you! You couldn't handle the fact that your bestfriend was fucking tired of your clinginess, you are annoying, desperate, clingy and IRRITATING!" Austin yelled, tears rolling down his eyes despite the venom he spat at the dead boy.

But all Alex did was smile.

"Poor thing." Alex sighed, earning a frown from scared, crying Austin. "You are only saying that to make you feel better because you know....it's all a lie."

Austin shifted, staring at Alex with a staggered look. "W-What?"

"If you really thought I was all that, if you really believed that then you wouldn't be thinking about me a lot. I wouldn't be here, Austin." Alex stated.  "You are only saying that to make yourself feel better, a pity party made by the celebrant." The boy smirked. "Quite sad."

"Shut up." Austin said, disdain and scorn in his eyes. "Stop s-saying shit! I am not-"

"Do you wanna hear the truth, Austin?" Alex asked, cutting him off. He stretched his left hand out and in his right he had a razor.

"What are y-you doing?" Austin asked.

"You are weak!" Alex sneered as he cut his wrist.

"Stop!" Austin's eyes widen.

"You are a pathetic," he cut hard. "low life who deserves death!" The boy said firmly and cut his wrist again.

"I am not!" Austin shrilled.

"You are a killer!" He cut as he slowly approaching Austin and the blood spilled on the floor.

"Get out of my head!" He cried, his hands covering his ears but he could still hear the boy who didn't stop.

"You didn't care if what you did would drive me to suicide! You just wanted me gone! And for what?"

"No! That's not true!" He cried.

"Austin," Alex laughed coldly. "I live inside your head, your thoughts are mine, I speak what you know about yourself."

Austin swallowed, tears rolling down his cheeks as he rested his back against the wall. "I didn't know- I didn't know it would get this- I didn't know you would kill yourself! I didn't know, i didn't know, I didn't know!" Austin chanted. "I know I shouldn't have turned Connor against you and I-"

Alex laughed again, interrupting him. "Austin, your sin towards me wasn't only Connor."

"What?"

"Say what you did."

Austin looked around the room confused, the tears falling as he tried think.

"Alex, I don't know what you are-"

"Austin! What did you do to me! What did you do!" Alex slit his wrist twice angrily.

"I AM SORRY! I fucking hit you okay?! I used to beat you up in the alley after school!" Austin confessed loudly.  "I reported you to your parents for shit you didn't do just to see you in pain the next day! I'm sorry! What do you want from me?!"

Alex stared at him blankly as Austin slumped to the floor. "You knew they were abusive because Connor told you," Alex said in a calm voice. "And then you used it to your advantage to bully me, you still went ahead just to see me in pain." The boy said and a tear fell from his eyes. "You are cruel, Austin."

"I'm sorry." Austin cried, his head in his lap.

"You bullied me just to belittle me and make me feel worse than I already felt, you really really did hurt my feelings, Austin." Alex said, softly. "And you think you deserve to be alive? To live after all you did to me?" Alex asked and when Austin looked back at where Alex was.

He was gone.

No blood.

No water.

No Alex.

Did he really deserve to live after all he did to poor Alex?

To end the pain Austin decided to use physical pain and since fights were not helping, Austin did what Alex had been doing, he began to slit his own wrists to change the pain. He was just twenty two and his life was already falling apart, he could have been enjoying the life he never had, but he couldn't. He was suffering, he was being tortured by his own sins, he was sinking.....

Drowning.

Choking.

With physical pain, with the feeling of the blade being dragged his skin, every emotional pain, everything he felt disappeared for a while and was replaced with the physical, and now the cool kid "Austin" also had to wear long sleeves.

Just like the boy he bullied.

Alex appeared more, tormenting him and it was worse when both Alex and Connor were together. Even while dead, the duo were still together, haunting him together.

But they were only as Austin deep down had pictured it, it was only happening in his head.

Austin had changed. He continued cutting himself, taking hard drugs to forget, injecting himself with heroin. He was an addict, a man trying to escape his past. His family didn't know who he was anymore, Austin wasn't the same anymore. He had a bad temper, he stopped attending lectures, he barely ate, he barely slept, he stopped hanging out with his friends or talking to them.

He was alone.

Empty.

Once again, like the boy he bullied.

"Why won't you both leave me now? I am tired." Austin said to the dead friends one night, his voice tired, his eye black from being beaten and from lack of sleep. He was high on drugs, trying to get rid of the pain he felt on his ribs after fighting a man who was twice his size when he imagined the man being Alex saying hurtful things to him like always.

The boys looked away from each other and at him, he blankly stared at them, awaiting a reply.

"No." Alex said. "We are friends." He smiled.

Austin looked away, creeped out. "Please, leave me alone."

"We can't." Alex said. "You can't deal with grief as I have seen, as we have seen, so why don't you just do what you have to do, dear Austin." Alex slowly tilted his head to the side.

"The only way you can stop seeing us and get rid of us is if you just- you know? Do it." Alex said.

Austin frowned, mystified. "W-What do you mean?"

"All he is saying is kill yourself." Conner bluntly said, shrugging. "You know you want to."

Austin was horrified by the words that came out of his dead best friend's mouth. "What? You want me to?-" he trailed off, blinking in shock.

"Austin," Alex called, pulling his attention to him. "You cannot get rid of us. You will not. We live in your head and we will continue to drive you insane, torment you, taunt you and make your life miserable. You will see us everywhere you go and you will end up in an asylum, and we will be there with you." Alex said and began making his way towards Austin. "If you want to get rid of us, the pain, the guilt, the sadness, the tears, the ache." He sat beside Austin and gave him a warm smile.

"Just shoot yourself or better still, overdose."

"What?" Austin breathed, tears falling from his eyes.

"I am not trying to be mean, Austin. Honestly, it is for the best. The moment you take your life, you will be free, we will be gone, everything you are feeling that is making you stink of worthlessness will be gone." Alex promised. "Just like that." He snapped his fingers.

"I-I can't. I can't do it. I can't t-take my life." Austin gulped.

"I thought so too." Connor spoke, running his hand through the scar on his neck. "But you'll end up alone, insane. Do you think you can still live with the fact that because of you, Alex had to die? I mean it was my fault but then it all started with you, Austin. Everything goes back to you." He said softly and Austin looked down at his hands, trying to hold back the tears.

"Can you live with the fact that I died because of you, Austin? My best friend. This is the only way out for you."

"He is right," Alex nodded. "What would your parents think of you when they find out? Or better still, Connor's mother who loves you so much?"

Austin swallowed hard.

"She can't. They can't."

"Your meds are right in your dresser, take them all." Alex said in a soft tone. "You could mix it with the others so they wouldn't be able to save you if they tried."

"B-But my parents, m-my brother," he cried.

"They will understand why you did what you did, Austin. I mean how can you possibly live with the fact that twoboys died all cause of your selfishness and cruelty?" Connor said in a calming voice. "Words hurt, Austin. They always did. You thought bullying kids was fun, that it was right and having me in your stupid group and bullying Alex was funny too, right? Well that resulted to Alex's death, and mine."

Austin ran a hand through his hair, he looked miserable, tired, fed up. "I just-"

"It's okay, it's the only way." Alex whispered.

Austin stared at his dresser, he got up slowly and made his way towards it, he opened it and took out his anxiety meds. He stared at it for the longest of time. He never meant for things to go this far, he never meant for anyone to die. He didn't know how bad things would turn out.

"Lock the door." Alex said in a soothing voice, suddenly standing next to the door.

Austin obeyed.

He closed his eyes as salty tears fell from his eyes. It was the only way out, the only way to be free. "Fuck, I'm scared."

"I know. But you shouldn't be scared. It will be very quick and worth it" Connor said, while sitting on Austin's chair.

Austin picked up the jar of water on his table, pouring it into a glass with shaky hands. He cursed himself repeatedly as he opened the bottle and poured the pills into his hand.

"More." Alex said.

Austin obeyed.

"That's it, you can do it." Alex sang into his ear.

If only he could have fought the voices.

If only he could stop them.

Austin swallowed all the pills in the bottle, and after taking them, he sobbed. Once he was done, he slumped to the floor, crying because he felt like shit, because everything, everything was his fault.

"It's okay, it's only a matter of time." Connor said, Alex standing beside him.

"Now, who was it you said can't handle life?" Alex spat.

•••

Twenty minutes later, Mr and Mrs. Cartez returned from the party they had attended. They were talking and laughing about how fun it was and about the people they met.

Mr. Cartez walked to the fridge while his wife announced she was home as she took off her earrings, expecting her son's reply. Her son was currently studying out of the country and so he didn't live with them.

"Austin, we're home!" Mrs. Cartez announced again. "I have big news to tell you and would like it if you came downstairs." She said but he didn't answer her. "He's probably sleeping."

"Or ignoring us."

She sighed. "I think he should see a doctor tomorrow, love. A psychiatrist." Mrs. Cartez said as she made her way up the stairs and to his room.

"Austin?" She knocked on the door and held the door knob to open the door, but realised it was locked from inside.

She sighed. "Austin, open up, you're alone in the house so why is the door locked?" She questioned but got no answer. "Austin, I need to tell you something, please honey, can you open up?" She asked as she knocked.

"Austin, seriously open this damn door." She said, her motherly senses slowly tingling. She placed her ear on the door but couldn't hear anything. "Austin, are you sleeping? Austin!" She knocked continuously.

"Austin, come on, why aren't you answering me?" She knocked harder, panicking. "Austin!!" She banged on the door. "AUSTIN!"

Mr. Cartez could hear his wife knocking and screaming their son's name and with a frown, he went up the stairs and to her. "What's wrong?" He inquired.

Mrs. Cartez turned to him. "Austin. H-He's not answering me and the door is locked."

Her husband's brows knitted. "Maybe he's asleep."

She frowned. "What kind of a stupid sleep is that? I have been fucking knocking harder than I should have and he is not answering me!" She yelled at him, turning back to the door and banging on it.

"Austin," Mr. Cartez called, knocking and asking his son to open up but he didn't. "How sure are we that he's home?"

"Break it." Mrs. Cartez instructed, her heart pounding in fear that something had happened.

"What?" Mr. Cartez frowned at her. "We can't break our son's door, he's twenty two, he's allowed to lock doors."

"And he's also depressed and fucking suicidal! Don't act like you don't know anything about that." Mrs. Cartez shot, looking back at the door. "Break it."

Mr. Cartez was hesitant but he obeyed, and with a sigh, he began hitting his shoulder against the door severally until it opened, forcing him inside.

Mrs. Cartez rushed in. "Aus-" she trailed off once she spotted her son laying on the floor, wounded and unmoving. "Oh my God! Austin!" She ran to him, her husband beside her.  "Baby, what is...hey, open your eyes." She said, pulling him to her chest as she knelt beside him.

"Austin!! Austin!!" Mr. Cartez called repeatedly. "Son, please say something!"

"Austin, no no no, o-open your eyes, don't do this to me now. W-What happened here? Why are you on the floor? W-Why aren't you waking up?" She asked no one in particular, her heart beating fast as she held her child and panted heavily. "I don't understand, Austin baby please." She cried. "Why aren't you answering me? Christopher, he's not answering me. My child is not answering me." She shook her head.

Mr. Cartez looked beside him and saw some pills on the floor, he looked up on the table and picked up the empty bottle of pills, his heart thumping in his chest, he stared at the bottle with disbelief. "Brooke." He called softly, she swiftly turned to him with tears in her eyes, once she saw the empty bottle of pills with him, her heart dropped.

"No." She breathed, tears falling from her eyes. "No, not my baby." She cried, holding him close. "Austin!!!" She cried.

Mr. Cartez rapidly took out his phone from his pants pocket, he dialled nine-one-one, yelling and begging for help because his son had overdosed.

"Austin, what did you do?" Mrs. Cartez cried. "How could you? I- C-Christopher, he's becoming cold! M-My baby is becoming cold!!"

"Help me drag him to the bathroom!" Mr. Cartez cried.

•••

Austin opened his eyes slowly and let out a small groan, he looked around the room he was in, it was unfamiliar. First, he asked himself if he was in heaven but then this couldn't be heaven and this was definitely not a hospital either. The room was a bit dark, empty except the bed he laid on. He quickly sat up once he remembered what he had done last night, but then he noticed he couldn't move his hands, they seemed to have been binded together inside the white clothes he wore.

"What the hell?" He frowned. "Where the hell am I?" He asked no one as he looked around, feeling scared and confused.

"Great! You are back." A familiar voice said, and when Austin turned to that voice, his eyes widen.

"No." He breathed.

"Yes." Alex smiled.

"No, no, no, no. I-I shouldn't be seeing you. Y-You said that I wouldn't be able to see you guys anymore, you said if I killed myself, I-I would be free." Austin said, his body trembling again.

"But you didn't kill yourself." Alex shrugged.

"You failed." Connor said, walking out of the darkest part of the room. "You failed at killing yourself, just like you always fail. You couldn't even do that one thing right." He scoffed. "Pathetic."

Austin swallowed. "W-Where am I? What am I doing here? W-Where is this place?"

Alex smiled. "Look around you, Austin. You are in a mental institution. An asylum where your kinds are. For you to get back to your senses and see we are dead, it means the drugs worked again but you are still suffering." 

Austin's eyes widen as he looked around. "No, no, no. I can't be here, no!" He cried, fear wrapping him as a blanket. "Help!!!!"

"Oh, yes." Connor chuckled.

"How could my parents do this to me? How can they just let me get taken." Austin cried. "How can they..."

"Oh, but it didn't just happen." Alex said, smirking. Austin turned his gaze to him, confused and trying to understand what Alex meant.

"W-What do you mean?" He questioned, eyes red and heart racing at an unusual speed.

"You did not just come here, Dear Austin." Alex said.

"You have been here for two years, Austin." Connor said, emphasising on the number. "Two. Fucking. Years."

"But, t-that is impossible."

"Is it? I mean, you always do this, you always fucking forget." Alex said, rolling his eyes. "We are more like the conscious part of you. You were taken here because when you woke up, you threw a tantrum and was talking about two boys coming after you and tormenting you, blah blah blah, which i find rude because we were in no way tormenting you, but it was also funny because those boys you said were coming after you, are-"Alex blinked.

"Dead." He said and cocked his head to the side.

"No," Austin shook his head.

"You tried to escape," Connor continued. "You fought and tried to kill yourself, so they had to sedate you." Connor tsked.

"They said you were schizophrenic." Alex hissed. "Poor Austin. Anyways , we always remind you of this and every-time we remind you that you are locked here and you will always be because you are insane, you go crazy again." He grinned.

"You see, you can't harm yourself Austin," Connor smirked. "Which means, we are not going anywhere."

"No," Austin cried, shaking his head. "No. No no!!!" He yelled and stood up, he ran to the door and began yelling. "GET ME OUT OF HERE! PLEASE!!! GET ME OUT! GET ME OUT!" He repeatedly said and began slamming his head against the door continuously, chanting the same words until he saw blood and then something snapped in him.

Austin stopped and fell to the ground, he began to laugh manically, he didn't stop laughing as the blood rolled down his face.

He looked at Alex and Connor and grinned at them.

"My friends."

THE END.