You have to tell him.
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Thread Topic: You have to tell him.
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No, you don't. What you need is for me to figure out what, or who, is in your head and how to get rid of it or them. I don't think you're immortal like me, and.. I don't want it to kill you..
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(Can I call you now?)
Matthew: It's not real, Dad. I know that. It's something I'm imagining. But it's bad.. I'm going insane, Dad. -
(Ye. I don't have long though, and my phone is dying so let's see if it works plugged in)
Shadow: ..How old are you, again? -
(Alright. Calling.)
Matthew: Fifteen.. -
Shadow: ..It's normal.
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Matthew: Really? I don't think it is.. Here, listen. *and grabs his hand, placing it on his head*
*and there's this monotone voice, neither male nor female, many voices, but yet not more than one*
*and it's all hushed whispers, repeating over and over and over* -
Shadow: ..Yuuup. Any son of mine would get that at least once or twice in his life time. :I I got it when I was your age.. Well, kind of, anyways.
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Matthew: How did you get it to stop?
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Shadow: I didn't. It stopped, after a while.. You've just barely started.
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Matthew: *shakes head* I-I can't deal with it, Dad. It's too much..
Pierce: I've never been effected by it, and Kaytie hasn't, Dad. :I -
Shadow: ..How much do the drugs help you? And, um. Pierce, how old are you and Kaytie?
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Matthew: A lot. They make it go away.. Dad..
Pierce: I'm twenty two, she's seventeen. -
..If it really helps you that much, then.. I.. I guess you can use them. But, please, try to cut down on it, even if it hurts. And don't die on me. I'll see if there's a working alternative.
*now stares at Pierce*
..s---. YOU'RE SO SMALL FOR YOUR AGE
*no Shadow* -
Matthew: ..Thank you, for understanding..
Pierce: *WHINES* DAD STOP NO I'M NOT. -
*ruffles his hair, smiling*
*then messes up Pierce's hair, smirking*
Oh yes you are~
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