Eighteeenth PSI

[a_gentle_boy]

((I apologize in advance for being a drama whore.  Indulge me.  I am sorry.))

[The inhalation of Luke's hallucinatory gas has left Lucas in a terrible state. This is what he sees. The island of Tanetane . . . The island of nightmares and delusions.  And though he knows that the images he sees must be false, he cannot help but succumb to his dark fears nonetheless.  In fact . . . his mental delusions are so strong that anyone who comes near him may, perhaps, catch a momentary glimpse of his nightmares.  Is this due to the gas lingering around his body or is this because of what is buried deep within his psychic mind?]

[Scenario 1]
Lucas has opened your mailbox and is rifling through the letters.  The expression on his face is one of tormented anguish.  Whispers can be heard if he is approached closely, though they do not appear to be made in his voice.  "The boy named Lucas . . . The boy named Lucas . . . The boy named Lucas . . . . . . . . . . . . . . "    There is a terrifying scream.  It is not his.

[Scenario 2]
Lucas is shivering and shuddering as he takes his bath.  His bath appears to be a dirty puddle of mud in the park.  Or a dirty pool of water on the side of the street.  Or a septic tank.  Or a poison swamp.  A pool of knives.  A pool of nothing.  Nothing after nothing after nothing after nothing.

[Scenario 3]
He's running towards you with a baseball bat.  "Run!"  His voice is harsh as he engages the massive smiling face beaming balefully from midair.  Will you fight with him?  Will you help him?  He needs to get home before supper.  Hinawa is coming home for supper.  When is Hinawa coming home?  Come home, Hinawa.  Come home.

[Scenario 4]
He's running towards you with a baseball bat.  " . . . Get away!"  He swings at you.  He wants to kill you.  Let him kill you.  You should die.

[Scenario 5]
Lucas is huddled, knees to his chest, on the ground in the middle of the street.  All of his things are spread out around him as he holds his hands over his ears and rocks back and forth.  Approaching him, you may see a shadowy image and hear a torrent of harsh, angry, deriding words.  Why are you coming near him?  What are you doing?  What did you do to him?  Huh? . . . . . . . . I did it to him? . . . . . . . . . . . . . . No.  Don't go near him.  Don't go near him.  You did it.  Don't go near her. Don't go near her.   Don't go near her. Don't go near her. Lucas did it.  Lucas did it.  Lucas did it.  Lucas did it.

[Scenario Q]
You could have saved me.
Why didn't you save me?
Switch places with me.
I want
I want to be
I want to be alive, Lucas. 
You're more . . .
You're more . . .
You're more . . . . . . . .   
It's all your fault.  It's your fault.  It's your fault.  I hate you.  You don't deserve it.  No one loves you.  Everyone's waiting for you.  Everyone's waiting to throw rocks at you, spit on you, and make your life hell.  Everyone hates you.  Everyone hates you.  I hate you.
Switch with me
Switch with me
Die
I want to be
you
I will be

you

Comments

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

[As she leans over to tap him, she may catch a glimpse of what Lucas is actively ignoring. The shadowy image of a man in the attire of a cowboy, sneering as his words come rolling out.]

thetic excuse of a kid. Always were. Why couldn't you be more like your brother? How could anyone love something like you, useless little crybaby, always afraid, always running don't think I can't guess what happened. You did it. You killed yo

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[tsundorapettan.livejournal.com]

[tsundorapettan.livejournal.com]

W, what... what the...

[tsundorapettan.livejournal.com]

4/4

[tsundorapettan.livejournal.com]

[ she practically tells ] Don't listen to it! Just ignore it...! I don't know what's going on, but I know that it's just saying that to bring you down, s-so, don't let it!

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

[The yelling is loud enough to break through his mental blockage, and he glances up in surprise at the woman beside him. The words that the nightmare speaks are dulled for a few moments.]

. . . No. No . . . Everything he says . . . It's terrible.

But it's true.

[tsundorapettan.livejournal.com]

It's only true if you believe it! Listen, there's no such thing as a person who's not loved by anyone. There's definitely someone who loves you, and don't let anybody tell ya otherwise!

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

. . . Somebody loves me . . .

But . . . But. The person who should have been the most important to me . . . Why didn't he . . . ?

[tsundorapettan.livejournal.com]

...I- I really don't know, but-... sometimes, the people we value the most aren't all that we think they are. Maybe- he wasn't that person. Maybe it was someone else who loves you the most.

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

The person who loved me most is dead. There wasn't anything wrong with him . . . It was me.