(4th) Infected

8- Lullaby

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Pat POV

"Pat," Jen puts her phone down for the second time, "maybe you shouldn't be here when Scarlett comes. It might..." She hesitates, biting her lip. "Hurt you..."

I blink a few times, taking a breath. "Yeah..." I've gotten used to Jen treating me like this. Then again, who could blame her. I realize how weird I sound, talking about voices and evil versions of myself. "Should I go now or..."

A knock on the door answers my question. Scarlett walks in as Jen responds "Come in." and she immediately locks her gaze with mine.

"You don't look so good."

"Blunt much?" I growl with a glare.

"Well," she sets down her backpack, pulling out a notepad and book, "Jen called me to help about you, soooo."

I nearly flinch, looking down numbly. "I'll just go..."

"Wait wh-"

I block out Scarlett's voice, retreating to the bedroom quickly so I won't have to hear Jen's explanation to what's going on.

I sit on the bed, tapping my foot and keeping my eyes trained on the ground. Trying to block out any thoughts, positive or negative, to keep a certain voice out of my head. However, I soon fail.

Why wouldn't you want to go to sleep? You are still tired.
I think you and I both know the answer to that.
What? No quip. No comeback?
Nope. Could care less about you to be perfectly honest.
I think you do care.
Now why's that?
Because you want to kill me.
I honestly think I've lost it.
Oh? Well, let me assure you, you're not crazy. Yet anyway.
Bite me.
Hahaha. Look who cares now.
And you suddenly don't?
I never said that, salty.
You're as annoying as a spam commenter.
Geeze you really are salty.
I wonder why.
Don't give me that tone.
Oh sure dad. Wait, if you were dad you would be dead. So, I kinda wish you two traded places.
Awww. Admit it, you would miss me.
Says the imaginary being.
Excuse me?
Allow me to clarify. You. Are. Not. Real.
...
I don't know what you are or where you came from, but something like you can't exist. Much less get in my mind.
...
What? No quip? No comeback?
Patrick?

I sit up straight, looking around the room frantically.

Are you having trouble sleeping again?
M-Mom? Wha... How?
Did you have another nightmare?
I...I...
Do you remember...?
Do you remember?
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I wake up to my mom shaking me awake. Still screaming and kicking, I nearly hit her on accident.

"Patrick!" She shouts, "Calm down, it's all right." Mom pulls me into a hug, tight but gental. Soothing me as I tremble. She pulls away, tilting my head up to face her, blue eyes glowing gently. "Shhhhh. Hush now. Did you have a bad dream?" 

I nod slowly, starting to calm down. "What was it about sweetie?"

"I-I... I'm not sure."

"What do you mean?"

"There was nothing but silver...and I could hear everyone screaming but I couldn't do anything...it... burned" Still whimpering, I curl into a small ball. "I don't wanna sleep."

"Now now. You need your sleep. Tell you what," I look up at Mom again, her gental tone surrounding me. "What if I sing to you? Would you like that?" I nod slowly, getting back under the covers and listening.

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Tears drip down my face, her voice as clear as day. I'm not entirely sure why. As her voice fills my mind, my eyes start to grow heavy. Maybe I could close them for a few seconds...

Re'uoy os kaew

A/N: Did I make you cry? Have a tendency to do that apparently. Dang.... I think all authors are secretly evil. There's even a joke going around with my friends saying- Karma is making a character backstory, time to hop on the feels train. XD see ya guys, oh also, check out Confined in the Void... If you want... *Shrugs*