Are you happy now? ( SCISAAC / SCILES )

One

- TRIGGER WARNING : SELF HARM -

The shower sizzled as it was turned on, the scorching water working its way through the pipes and out of the head onto the tan skin of a teen boy. The boy hisses and hugged his arms to his chest, closing his eyes ad the water soaked his hair then dripped down his body. The high temperature of the water left tracks of red as it fell, steam gathering and filling the small space quickly.

The teen let out a sigh and he raised his hand, running it through his hair. He frowned and furrowed his brows, his mind was racing. The next thing that he knew, the shower curtain was being pulled back and there stood someone- something- with piercing red eyes- and- and fangs dripping with drool. It reached out its arm to the boy who was frozen in fear, moving his sharp claws across his chest with one movement.

The boy gasped loudly and hugged his chest, preparing for the pain. Only, it never came. He opened his eyes to find that none of that had happened, he was still stood under the water with the curtain closed. He let out a sigh of relief and sunk onto the floor, back sliding down the wall. He pulled his knees to his chest and let a few tears slip from his eyes.

''This isn't real- this isn't real-'' He whispered to himself over and over, starting to rock slightly as the boiling water continued to pelt his skin.

''This is real. You know it is. Come on, Scott. Look at us. Lift your head. Come on! LOOK AT US! LOOK AT US!''

Scott whimpered and tucked his head between his knees, his tears flowing more quickly. The voices kept bothering him, ordering him to look. But he fought it, he didn't want to look at them- the monsters- the things that haunted him. Terrible things- terrible tormenting things.

''Go away..'' Scott whined as he dug his nails into an arm whilst he bit his hand forcefully, both actions drawing blood, the crimson being washed away by the water. ''Please-''

''How pathetic! Begging us? Were never going to leave you alone, Scott. You're stuck with us forever. Unless...''

He lifted his head slowly, seeing the white shower curtain. He cried silently, shaking when he saw movement behind the curtain. ''U-unless what?'' His voice wavered and he choked on his tears.

''You know what.. Scott.. you know what will make us go away. Come on, if you hate us that badly... just do it. Nobody cares about you Scott. Nobody will notice if you're... gone.''

Scott whimpered and he curled in on himself. ''My mom-''

''You're mom doesn't care about you! If she did she would have noticed what youve been doing to yourself!''

Scott shook even more and he started sobbing. ''You made me do it..'' He said in a quiet voice.

''NO! SCOTT!! YOU DID IT! ITS ALL YOUR FAULT! YOU DO THIS TO YOURSELF! YOU DID IT! ITS ALL YOU AND YOUR SICK NEED FOR PAIN! YOU'RE SICK! DISGUSTINGLY SICK AND PATHETIC! LOOK WHAT YOU'VE DONE TO YOURSELF!''

The voices yelled at him, making Scott cover his ears and sob loudly. ''I'm sorry- please-''

''Please what? PLEASE WHAT SCOTT?!''

''Go away!'' He yelled and pulled at his hair, the combination of tears and water scorching his skin. ''GO AWAY!''

''YOU KNOW WHAT WILL MAKE US GO AWAY! COME ON SCOTT! DO IT! DO IT!''

The voices screamed at him, repeating those words over and over again until Scott couldn't take it anymore, he screamed back, piercingly. His sobs drowned out the sound of rapid footsteps followed by banging on the door. ''Scott?! Scott! Open the door! SCOTT OPEN THE DOOR!''

Scott sobbed loudly and he frantically grabbed something that was hidden between towels, a razor. He ignored the rattling of the door handle and he forcefully dragged the razor over his already bleeding arms. Once, twice, three times- it just kept progressing.

By the time the door flung open and Melissa ran in, Scott was curled up on the shower floor, blood flowing just as fast as the water, all going down the drain. ''Oh my god!'' Scott's mom gasped when she pulled back the curtain, her hands covering her mouth. She looked at Scott's arms, the wounds deep and bleeding fast.

She pulled out her phone in rapid speed and dialled 911, explaining what had happened then ending the call. She rushed forward and pulled towels tightly around his arms, earning more loud sobs from Scott. Melissa held Scott to her chest and stroked his hair as they both cried.

They stayed like that until the paramedics got there, finding where they were and helping Melissa stand Scott up. They ended up having to give Scott a mild sedative as he started thrashing around as soon as anyone else came close. Scott fell unconscious to the sound of all the imaginary voices laughing at him.