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His parents seemed to understand that Tobias was afraid. They opened the door, and although they were surprised to see him, after expecting him to be locked in his room, they welcomed him home, comforting him, as he appeared to be in quite a state. Tears were no longer flowing down his face, but the many that had had now dried, creating a dry crust on his face which made him appear even worse for wear than he felt.

Tobias’ mother rushed him into the lounge, ignoring his shoes for once, and his father went and fetched him a mug of hot chocolate. Tobias knew that they were expecting him to explain his absence, but he didn’t know how to do so.

Tobias argued with himself over whether or not to reveal the truth about his so-called nightmares, and whether or not he should tell his parents that for the last few days he had been kept awake by mysterious and terrifying Voices in his head.

They would of course think he was crazy; maybe they would even commit him to a mental asylum. Tobias hoped that they would understand, and that they would help him get over the Voices, but it seemed unlikely. How were they supposed to deal with the truth, when Tobias couldn’t even explain it to them?

Cradling the hot mug in his hands, Tobias took a small sip, squinting as it singed the tip of his tongue. Neither of his parents seemed to take any notice of that, however, as their minds were obviously concentrating more on what was going on with their son. Tobias considered his options.

Tell them the truth. Mum, Dad, I can hear Voices in my head, and they keep telling me to do things.

Well, that would almost definitely get him committed for life, especially if he phrased it like that. Next option.

…Tobias thought long and hard, but couldn’t come up with any good second options that would explain his behaviour, but also allow his parents to accept it in the future. The truth seemed like the only logical explanation, and even then, it was going to be tough to get them to believe it.

The Voices spoke up again.

Don’t tell them anything. They won’t understand. You can’t give us up. Don’t mention the Dark.

They really liked their repetition, Tobias thought, trying to make a funny situation out of the Voices. But the inside smile didn’t last long, as they spoke again.

Don’t tell them anything. They won’t understand. You can’t give us up. Don’t mention the Dark.

Tobias gripped the mug of hot chocolate tightly, trying to release some of the mental anguish that every word from the Voices caused him. It seemed to do nothing for him, so as the Voices screamed at him again and again, he closed his eyes, trying to block it all out.

Don’t tell them anything. They won’t understand. You can’t give us up. Don’t mention the Dark.

He felt a hand on his shoulder. Trying hard to ignore the building screams or anger, he listened to the words of his mother.

‘Tobias, what’s wrong?’

Don’t tell them anything. They won’t understand. You can’t give us up. Don’t mention the Dark.

They seemed angry now, the Voices. Now that Tobias was seriously considering giving them up, telling his parents everything, they seemed to think that by repeating themselves, they could convince Tobias to stay silent in regards to the Gifted, and his purpose.

Don’t tell them anything. They won’t understand. You can’t give us up. Don’t mention the Dark.

The Voices, repeating the words again and again; would this go on forever?

‘I’m hearing Voices.’

Tobias was barely aware that he had said it. He couldn’t hear himself think over the Voices, let alone speak, but as the last word left his mouth, the Voices fell to a stunned silence. Tobias wondered for a split second what he had done to achieve peace again, but as he looked to his parents’ faces, he understood why the Voiced had fallen silent. He had spoken of what was happening in his head.

The whole room was deadly quiet. It was the least amount of noise that Tobias had been in the company of in the last fourty-eight hours, and it was actually making him feel quite uncomfortable.

Tobias ignored the silence, however, and considered whether or not it had been a good idea to say that. Most likely not. He would now be taken away, locked up, away from his family forever. Ironic that he should only tell them the truth in order to be closer to them for longer.

He silently willed them to say something, urging them to break the silence, to be understanding. But of course that would not occur. The looks on Tobias’ mother and father’s faces was all the words he needed to accept that he had changed things.

The shocked and disturbed expressions on his parents’ faces burnt themselves into Tobias’ mind, and he feared that they would remain there even longer than the Voices would.

The End

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