Post by Kevin Aunor on Jan 17, 2015 21:08:59 GMT -8
424 words
hold on, feeling
LIKE I'M HEADING FOR A BREAKDOWN
Kevin hadn't been the same since he'd been attacked. He had some weird mark scarred on his chest. But that attacked, it'd been with magic, it most have unlocked something, some ability as a son of Thanatos that he hadn't had before. He hadn't left his cabin in a while. Travis had brought him food and hung out with him. At one point he'd just clung to his boyfriend and begged him to stay the night. Each night since then, he'd fallen asleep curled in Travis' arms.
And each morning he'd wake up to voices. The voices had gotten so loud that they hurt his head. He'd startled Travis awake once by screaming at the voices to shut up. And he was starting to see things, see people. He'd been so scared that he'd broken down and cried to Travis about it and the next day his boyfriend had brought in Nico di Angelo. That was how he'd learned he was seeing and hearing the dead, much more clearly than Nico could. And the dead knew he could hear them, they were specifically speaking to him, calling him, begging him.
Nico had tried his best to teach him to control it, but it hadn't worked that well. He still had barely any control and it was driving him insane. He'd gotten hardly any sleep recently. Some of the campers were starting to talk, whisper when they saw him. They were calling him crazy, saying he was schizophrenic. He was so scared that they were right. Schizophrenia ran in his family. His grandfather had had it, a bad case of it, and his mom had always been scared that he'd have it too.
He'd done research into it. It usually showed up in men in their late-teens or early-twenties. It was driving him crazy, the possibility that he could be crazy. It was a mental illness, but with his already low self-esteem and the way it was treated by society, he just saw it as being crazy.
It didn't help that Chiron and Mr. D were talking about him in the Big House. Kevin was sitting outside on the grass. He'd been told to wait by a sympathetic Chiron. He was fidgeting, his ADHD making it hard for him to stay still. He hadn't brought a book with him and that had left him to his thoughts. He had ear-buds in his ears with an iPod he'd gotten as a Christmas present from his mom. He was trying his hardest to drown out the voices.
And each morning he'd wake up to voices. The voices had gotten so loud that they hurt his head. He'd startled Travis awake once by screaming at the voices to shut up. And he was starting to see things, see people. He'd been so scared that he'd broken down and cried to Travis about it and the next day his boyfriend had brought in Nico di Angelo. That was how he'd learned he was seeing and hearing the dead, much more clearly than Nico could. And the dead knew he could hear them, they were specifically speaking to him, calling him, begging him.
Nico had tried his best to teach him to control it, but it hadn't worked that well. He still had barely any control and it was driving him insane. He'd gotten hardly any sleep recently. Some of the campers were starting to talk, whisper when they saw him. They were calling him crazy, saying he was schizophrenic. He was so scared that they were right. Schizophrenia ran in his family. His grandfather had had it, a bad case of it, and his mom had always been scared that he'd have it too.
He'd done research into it. It usually showed up in men in their late-teens or early-twenties. It was driving him crazy, the possibility that he could be crazy. It was a mental illness, but with his already low self-esteem and the way it was treated by society, he just saw it as being crazy.
It didn't help that Chiron and Mr. D were talking about him in the Big House. Kevin was sitting outside on the grass. He'd been told to wait by a sympathetic Chiron. He was fidgeting, his ADHD making it hard for him to stay still. He hadn't brought a book with him and that had left him to his thoughts. He had ear-buds in his ears with an iPod he'd gotten as a Christmas present from his mom. He was trying his hardest to drown out the voices.
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