Christian couldn’t take it anymore. He moved Steve’s arm away from him and got up to go get something to drink. But the voices started again.

“Kill yourself.”

“Stop it, he’s just a kid!”

“You’re dirty.”

“Hush baby, don’t listen to them.”

“You’re worthless!”

“Please, I beg you, stop.” Yet another plea for his head to grow quiet. The voices only grew louder though. He finally gets to the living room but stops dead in his tracks. The room grew as dark as a bottomless pit. What was going on? Then, just as fast as the voices began, something snapped and the voices stopped. Christian grew numb. He stopped crying and headed for the kitchen. In the night, the kitchenware glowed from the reflection of the moon. A knife, shining brightly, caught Christian’s attention. “Grab it.” Said a voice to Christian. And so, he did. “You know what to do.” Again, silence. Christian walked back to the room and stood over Steve’s sleeping body. “I hate you.” Christian remembered the hatred in his mother’s eyes when she said that. He hated Steve. If it weren’t for him, his life would be better. If it weren’t for him his mother would still be around. If it weren’t for him, he wouldn’t have to keep playing the same game over and over again.

Christian lifted the knife and stopped. He hesitated. He wanted to do this but was afraid. Afraid that if he missed and Steve woke up, he would have to play again. “Don’t do it baby, he’s not worth it!”

“Do it!”

“No!”

“JUST DO IT!!! Kill him!”

Christian gave in to the voice screaming at him. He shut his eyes tightly and managed to stab Steve in the stomach. Steve woke up and tried to fight Christian but couldn’t bear the pain. Christian kept stabbing, making Steve fall to the ground with a groan. Hurrying to stop the attack, Steve lunged at Christian’s feet, trying to grab at him. Christian fell and dropped the knife a few feet away from both of them. They scurried to grab the knife before the other, with Christian managing to grab the knife first.

“Kill yourself.”

“Leave me alone!”

“Kill yourself!”

Steve then grabbed Christian’s wrists, trying to make him drop the knife, but Christian wasn’t having it. He struggled free from Steve’s hands and stabbed himself in the stomach.

“Ugh!” Christian shook. Everything in the room stopped. Steve stared at Christian. He had lost all of his energy from the fight and bleeding.

“Christian…” Steve’s voice shook. “Christian! No, why? Why would you…do this?” He cried. The little boy he loved so much was now dying, and it was his fault.

Christian dropped to the ground on his knees. He smiled. Finally. Finally, everything was done with. He could sleep now.

-The End-