It was late at night, past curfew, but Sebastian was only just now headed back to his room. He'd been avoiding it as long as he could, but was finally caught out by a staff member. He'd been sitting in the lounge feeling miserable and sorry for himself, quite content to do so.

He closed the door behind him, standing frozen still in the middle of the room. It wasn't a big room, but not small either. It was white. Horribly white. Overbaringly white. He didn't like white. Not any more he didn't. He was grateful for the change in scenery caused by the window in the wall opposite the door he'd just walked through. It was deathly quiet. He couldn't hear a thing, save for the sound of silence ringing in his ears. He found himself covering them to try and save his ear drums, but it only made it worse.

All kinds of thoughts were floating in his mind. As usual, it was telling him how much he didn't want to be here. How he would give anything to be home. To be looking after his mother. with his friends. Drinking, taking drugs, telling each other how they planned to commit their suicides. It was something Sebastian had never got low enough to consider. His mother had already borne the grief of losing one son. It wasn't his job to take away all she had left.

But right here, right now, the thoughts were creeping into his head. Crawling under the fingers held at his ears and whispering to him. You know you don't want to be here. This is the perfect way to get out. To end it once and for all. It spoke to him in a evil, conniving tone. "No. No, I won't do that." His voice was timid, weak, pressing his hands tighter to his ears as if it would stop the sound getting through, and starting pace the room.

Today was a bad day. Wasn't it? Sebastian nodded in response to the voice in his head. Tomorrow will be a bad day too, unless you do something about it. Why don't you do something about it Bastian? "I am. I'm here. I'm ge-" You're a good f'nothing son-of-a-bitch. You don't deserve the help these people give you. "Don't say that!" Sebastian started to lose his temper, his breath becoming ragged as his face reddened, now pacing in circles.

They don't want you here. Why do you bother trying to impress them? "Leave me alone!" Good for nothing. Worthless. Pitiful excuse you are. waste of time if you ask me... As the circled endlessly in his mind, Sebastian crouched to the floor, huddled up in the far corner of his room, sobbing, pleading with the voice to leave him. He now held his arms to his ears and it seemed to finally give him some peace from the sound of his father's voice in his head. It repeated it's last sentiments once or twice more, but slowly fadded, leaving Sebastian to his own devices, to calm himself and pull it all back together, but he didn't move. Instead, he fell asleep in that position, balled up in the corner of his room, hiding from the world and his own mind. He wasn't at all sure which one was more frightening.