Sleepy Gaege (A story)

Sleepy Gaege by strawberrieswithtea

Warning!!! This has unsettling things, swearing and assault that might not be comfortable to some viewers. Viewer discretion is Advised. Thank you

Nightmares, terrors, flashbacks.

They happened every night throughout his childhood—from the beginning. They still affected Gaege to this day. He was just a young man wanting to forget everything, but that wouldn't be so easy. Gaege, despite everything, was a typical 18 year old who had just graduated from high school a few weeks ago, with honors for being one of the best leaders in his grade. Always happy to help those in need, being a brother figure to lost kids, doing everything for his community. Even with him out of the house doing what he loved, behind closed doors was much darker than anyone imagined.

It was a warm day, like any other day in a small town outside the city of San Bernardino, close by the forest and hills full of flowers and fruits—the place was closest to Twentynine Palms. The town had a few things, a supermarket, a primary school, a high school, a few shops, two parks and small homes with a small clinic. The town was so small that practically everyone knew each other.

Gaege looked out the window from his bedroom, staring vacantly at all the people who passed the house. He'd done it daily since he graduated from high school. He looked at his graduation plaque hanging on a clothes hanger, with his diploma and honors awards left on the dresser board. He fixed his messy ashy brown hair, his dark blue eyes were dull blending with his dark bags. His pale skin made him look dead. He did not feel proud, but was glad it was all over. He did love his leadership role, though; it got him to connect to other people and, more importantly, got him away from this place.

He sat up, walking away from the window to head downstairs for something to eat since he'd not had anything today, bags under his eyes only darker from the lack of sleep. Luckily his father was not awake to see him around. He headed for the kitchen to make a sandwich since his mother was not yet back from shopping. Finishing up making the sandwich which was just tomato, cucumber and lettuce, he headed back upstairs quietly not to wake his father.

As he was ascending the staircase, he swore he saw someone by the trees near the gates leading to the forest. He didn't want to turn back to look at it, and so instead he attempted to jumble together the vision in his mind. It was an inhuman figure. Tall, and it had no face. It scared Gaege, but it was not a thing that was terribly difficult to reconcile. Just a hallucination. He made his way back to his room, closing the door and walking over to his desk. He got the feeling again, like someone was watching him. It was impossible to shake, and the sinking sensation of eyes leaking through the maudlin comfort of these tiny walls only made him feel less safe than he did with his father.

Sitting at his desk, he opened his laptop to look up places he could go to visit, or hang out with his sister to get out of the house for a while. Just some way that he could escape the situation, of course. He saw that the park was open, and so he continued typing. Seeing articles on kids that had gone missing in the area piqued his curiosity and as well his acute sense of growing agony over the vision, knowing that his town was very small with not a lot of people. He clicked on yet more articles, reading on them many who he had known in the town, when his laptop froze and the screen began to bug out. He jumped, and after a moment of staring at the screen, shut the thing, tension falling over him. Then he had the feeling to look out the window.

He turned.

The inhuman figure was still there. In the window, now. He jumped out of his desk chair, so desperate to scream for help and yet unable to even do so much as plead silently, paralysis coming over like a wave of the most eldritch black clouds, backing away from the window, fearing for his life. He was shaking, so unable to function but by backing his way up into the wall. They stood there, locked in a staring contest for what seemed like an eternity. It was only when he saw tentacles coming from all around the thing that he mustered the ability to scream, before everything went black.

Gaege was facing his father the next he knew, protecting his sister from the rain of fists directed her way even while he was being beaten so badly that his entire frame was shattering like a mirror so obliterated, his mother who was standing in the kitchen and his sister watching in horror.

All this, even in its repetition and cyclicality, had Gaege inevitably back to reality in a hospital bed. His mind was racing, feeling dizzy and dehydrated. He was so delirious that he couldn't even really tell where he was or what was going on.

A nurse walked in after some time. “Oh, Gaege Griffin, you are finally awake. How are you feeling?” She asked, worried albeit with a chipper tone.

Gaege was still dizzy, making the nurse’s words echo with ringing in his ears. Tentacles were all around him, even still. "Ugh. Where am I," he said, as if it was a command and not a question, trying to fend off the tendrils by recognizing the definite reality of things separately.

"You're at the hospital, just had a... bit of a problem. Your mother brought you here, she's here right n—"

"Water. I need... water. Please."

"Oh, of course," the nurse said, handing him a cup of it that was on the bedside table.

"Thank you," he slurred, a hollow look in his eyes as he drank. The perceptions of the tentacles only made themselves more demanding.

"Are you okay, love?" the nurse inquired.

"Tentacles, everywhere..." Gaege murmured before he blacked out.

Later, he woke up to a familiar voice, his mother. He listened to the conversation with his eyes closed. “We believe he is having hallucinations again. He is also very dehydrated, we will give him fluids for it.” The nurse said, continuing without waiting for an answer. “We will need to monitor him closely to see if he possibly becomes violent again or he sees things.” His mother was grateful that her son was getting treatment at the moment.

Gaege opened his eyes to look at his mother, wanting to say something but he could not say anything. This felt like something more than what they were seeing. It wasn't like any of his hallucinations had gotten him to this point, ever. It was easy to tell when something wasn't real after the fact. It was all so frustrating—it would all be dismissed, another fragile construction of his mind's darker contours. Or perhaps he was wrong, and this was the first time he had become convinced long-term. It was killing him, and nobody would listen. No nurse, no therapist, no friend. But Adan... his heart swelled, thinking about him. But he reasoned that he had more important things to be worrying about.

The minutes turned to hours, and Gaege was now sat up from his hospital bed looking blankly at the wall.

A nurse walked in with his medication. “Hey Gaege, I got your medication and food is on the way.” The nurse said, checking his blood pressure. Gaege took his medication that was given to him, looking at the nurse blankly.

“I don't mean to be pushy, but... when will I leave?” Gaege said softly, and didn't try to pry too much.

The nurse sighed at the question “I don’t know. From our guidelines, it says you're not allowed to be discharged until your hallucinations are taken care of. I’m sorry, Gaege,” the nurse replied with sadness.

Inside there was a bubbling. He rolled his eyes with an annoyed sigh that was quickly crescendoing. “I’ve been here like thousands of times because of my mental issues,” he said, his voice raising as he continued, vision getting blurry, eyes warm and red. “Why can’t I be normal?! Why do I have to be stuck like this?! Just going through it over and over and over... shit!” Gaege said as he began to shake.

"Calm down, calm down," she said to him. "I'm sure it won't be long, especially if you keep calm." But her eyes said something else.

"No! I won't! I didn't ask for any of this!" he exclaimed, voice quivering deeply as he began to bury his face in his hands.

"I'm sorry," she repeated to him, sitting down by his bedside and placing her hands on his arm, as if trying to ground him. He was surprised to find that it worked, at least this time. When he looked up at her, she was giving him a warm smile. He looked back and just shook his head. She understood.

The nurse cleaned up everything. “Food will be here shortly, ring the button if you need anything,” she said as she walked out of the room, closing the door behind her, leaving Gaege alone with his thoughts.

It was late into the night before he knew it. Gaege could not get to sleep, what with his thoughts that kept racing around, jumbling. All he could hear was the heart monitor beeping, echoing through the room, making him uneasy. He sat up, looking at the hospital window which was bigger than his window looking out from his bed back home. His eyes finally rested on the ground level parking lot, examining all the cars and people walking around down there. But his eyes came to rest on the very same figure that landed him here. The ringing came on sharply, and he looked away from it quickly, shaking from what he saw. “It’s all in my head, it’s probably the medication,” he said to himself, trying to get down from the sense of frenzy he was at. Frantically grabbing at his phone from the table to text his boyfriend about everything that’s happening, he got no response. Made sense, it was late. He set his phone down on the side table again, getting up from the bed taking off the stickers on him to monitor his heart. Walking over to the window and looking down at the parking lot staring at the same figure again.

It was time to brace himself for whatever was going to happen, he supposed. He would try. Toughing up to face this thing without fear, something he had never done for any of his previous hallucinations or their consequences, this figure’s tentacles came out its back still staring at Gaege which made him shake terribly again, backing off from the window sharply as he collapsed backwards onto the floor. There was a moment of reprieve to take in what he had just once again seen, which was instead spent trying to control his breathing. He slowly turned his head back to the window to see, once again, that the thing was there in an instant, and that it began to lurch forward through the open window, its many writhing arms coming at him, one of them wrapping around his neck. He screamed, trying to escape; he could not breathe. Struggling through all them, the figure standing there facing him closely, Gaege’s eyes widened as he could practically feel his blood vessels constricting, his limbs locking, heart pounding in his chest seeing this figure with no face.

“Ple-please, let me go,” he said pitifully, struggling to talk. Everything went black after that.

He screamed from his bed, sitting up while the heart monitor went off the charts. Nurses ran into the room to calm him down. To say he was rendered speechless was an understatement. It felt like everything that he knew was quickly being undermined. There was no way that was a dream. It was too vivid. His eyes wriggling around in their sockets, he found himself panning them to the chair beside his bed, whereupon he saw his sister, watching in horror. She had tears going down her face, hating seeing her brother in that state. When he looked her way she couldn't maintain eye contact, sharply looked away. Gaege screamed while struggling to be let go by the nurses, and they injected something into him. His vision almost instantly went blurry. Then a sense of profound calmness he felt through his body as all the fight rushed out. He looked up at his mother, and his sister before closing his eyes.

A few days later, Lily was sat beside Gaege explaining what she did while Gaege was in hospital, showing him things on the internet like what was happening lately, up and coming movies that will be released soon and even new music coming out. Gaege smiled softly, listening to what his sister was saying. He recognized that she was just trying to keep him entertained. There was nothing much else to do here. So far, nothing was coming for him. Just nothing. It was all another hallucination, and the doctors here had been fantastic.

He was put on Valium (extended release) to calm him while the doctors and nurses made a plan for him for when he goes home. He looked out the window to see the sun going down behind the trees. It instilled in him that very same deep, peaceful calm that he had for an instant felt just those few days ago. It was the first time he had grinned.

Lily saw it, but chose not to comment. She got up, and spoke: "I love you, big bro. I'm glad to see you're getting better. I'll be back tomorrow, stay safe," she said, smiling.

Gaege nodded at his sister. "You stay safe too. Don't talk to strange people on your way home," he responded, almost like a command which made him feel strange the moment afterwards. Lily nodded at her brother's request anyway. She walked out, closing the door.

Gaege sighed then looked out the window again, once more left to his own devices only. He worried for his sister going home by the bus, but he knew Lily was a strong kid. The thought put him at ease. He smiled genuinely, to himself, for himself.

Weeks had gone by after all that had happened, and he was finally discharged from the hospital after proving to the advising doctor that he was well enough to go home. His mother picked him up, helping him to the car. Gaege wore hospital pants with his white t-shirt saying "Not Today Bitches" on it. He sat in the car as his mother turned the key in the ignition.

“Do you want some take-out for dinner?” his mother asked with a smile.

Gaege looked at his mother and nodded peacefully. "Sure, uhm... I could go for some cold rolls without meat in it."

A silence fell over them as they were driving back. She nodded.

"You know, Gaege, I'm... I'm scared for you. It seems like you've been getting worse over time."

"It's alright, Mom," he said. "I can't help it. At least now I have the stuff to stop me from panicking," he said with a wry chuckle, not even looking her way, shaking the bottle of pills he received around with the subtext of thick sardonic dismay. "And besides, it's not your responsibility."

"You have to see it from my perspective, hun," she said quietly after another moment of consideration. "It's... I love you. I don't want anything bad to happen to you."

"I know."

"...I'm sorry about your Dad. I wish I could do more."

He blinked. He hadn't been expecting to hear that. Thinking about his father gave him a twinge of horror. He had to go back to face that man. But he responded as well as he could, suddenly wishing that he had stayed in the hospital forever: "It's perfectly fine. Dealt with it for this many years... what's the worst that could happen." He sighed through his nostrils.

She didn't know how to respond.

In any case, though, his mother had agreed to pick up the food. They arrived home after driving for quite a while, past the house and then back. Gaege had an awful feeling about going in the house. A sinking feeling like his stomach was dropping began to set in. Pulling up, parking in the driveway, his mother turned off the car and Gaege, too, could tell that she was bracing herself. They both got out of the car, Gaege carrying a paper bag with his cold rolls, and some pork rolls for his sister.

"At least we're in it together," she said quietly. "Right?" She looked his way.

"What a comfort that is."

They walked inside after unlocking the door, and almost immediately his father walked over.

“WHERE THE FUCK WERE YOU?!” the man yelled before him.

His mother shook a little, “I picked up Gaege from the hospital. Can you calm down?” his mother rattled off, trying not to cry.

But his father wouldn't have it. He took the woman by her arm and pulled her closer before using the same hand to slap her across the face with a grunt of fear. She closed her eyes and backed away. He then turned his attention to Gaege, who he punched in the nose. He swore he could hear the cartilage shift. His nose began to drip blood everywhere, and there were tears in his eyes instinctively.

"Don't you dare fucking look at me," his father said. "You have a lot of nerve to just disappear like that, you piece of shit!"

"Shut the hell up," Gaege said, trying to get his act together as the shock of the moment gave way to a barely contained rage. "You've pushed me around long enough and I'm not having it anymore. You're the one who's sitting here, doing nothing, ruining the rest of our lives!" he exclaimed.

His father stood there, looking like a bull about to strike. "Oh, really?" he said, in a faux calm voice. "Excuse me then. Who pays the bills around here? Who provides for you and your mother and your FUCKING sister? WHO DOES IT, HUH?!" he shouted in Gaege's face, leaving his ears ringing. He had spit in Gaege's eye unintentionally, his face flushed a deep red.

Gaege looked angrily at his father. “I don't give a flying fuck what you think you're doing for us. You mean nothing. You are nothing. I'll get up and go get a job to support us! Who the fuck are you to sit here and COMMAND us?”

"Gaege," his mother pleaded. "Please. Please, stop."

He looked at her with a wildness in his eyes. "No. I've had enough," he responded, looking back at his father, his hands balling into fists.

"C'mere," his father said, walking toward him with clear aggression in every painstaking move. But Gaege did something nobody was expecting: he pushed his father back. There was silence in the room for a time, and everyone was still. Then he turned, and made his way into the kitchen, not daring to look back at his father.

Gaege's eyes closed for a moment, and when they opened, his vision was blurry and he was confused. Then the pain came; a sharp, shooting pain on his side. Lifting his head and shoulders up, coughing—before his vision cleared up enough to realize where he was. The garage.

What happened? He tried to sit up, but it was too painful to do anything. So his head laid on the floor again. Some time passed. It was dark in here; with his ear against the concrete floor, he heard walking. He looked up to see what he had almost been completely expecting. His father looked down at him. The rage in every inch of that man's face was incalculable. His eyes were wide and bloodshot, as if he had been plotting this for some time. He was frothing at the mouth, his eyelids twitching, body shaking slightly.

"I'm sick of having a son like you. Weak, brainless and soft. A disappointment," his father remarked, continuing to speak after a moment to parse his next choice of words, "you were suppose to be a man, strong and fearless, like me. But I was cursed with a gay son, frail, no balls, no God damn sense in his mind, no fucking nothing," he went on. "Look at you and look at me, you fucker. Use your head. I've spent the past almost two decades of my life watching you rot and wither away because of that bitch of a wife, turning you into a pliable little fuck. I'm SICK of it. I'm SICK of you keeping me down! I'M SICK OF ALL OF IT!"

Gaege hissed, "Says you, Zac." He chuckled. "You're no father. Just some dumbass control freak, wanting people to be like him. I was cursed to be here, with a father like you. I didn't ask to be born. I didn't ask for anything. I am who I am," he responded quietly.

"SHUT UP, YOU DUMB FUCKING KID," he yelled, stomping on Gaege's stomach. He screamed as if for mercy before he threw up in his mouth, tears once again making their way to the corners of his eyes. But another moment passed even as Gaege turned to the side, to vomit.

And then he chuckled. "Always kicking me. Using your tools on me. But one day when you die, I know you're gonna rot in hell. You deserve it. I'll get what I deserve, too."

His father looked positively rabid. He instantly went for an axe that was hung on the wall and swung it at Gaege. In his frenzy he had almost missed the non-moving target. It slashed deep enough into Gaege to go subcutaneous. He was screaming something, but Gaege in the heat of his agony couldn't tell if it was incoherent or if he was so lost in the suffering that he just couldn't understand what words were coming out. He was for an instant sure he was dying as blood began to pour out of the wound. He screeched for help. Then once again everything went dark, albeit this time it was slowly.

Gaege sat on his bed, looking out the window. It was cloudy outside, he looked over at his girlfriend sitting on his Bing bag on her laptop. She had glowing Orange hair with Amber brown eyes. Gaege sighs, grabbing his phone from his side table. He searched for some music to put on which was metal, he suddenly heard his girlfriend getting up, walking over to the bed getting on it. She lays on the bed, "So, What should we do now?" she says looking at Gaege, he looked over shrugging. She smirked, "why don't we do something fun? you might enjoy it" she says. Gaege jumped a bit, "uh no it's fine, I'm not in any mood to do anything. I just wanted to put on some music on" he says looking away, she takes her shirt off.

"Come on, I can rock your world" she says getting on top of him, he shakes a bit not knowing what to do, "No Jessica, I really don't wanna do this. I'm in no mood" he says in a panic trying to push her off, She grabs his crouch, "Come on Gaege baby, I know you want this" she says with a smirk rubbing one of her boobs. Gaege was in horror, looking at what Jessica was doing, "Get off me" he hissed pushing her off, "Aw Baby, are you scared? don't worry I can guide you. I'll take lead" she says getting on top of Gaege, sliding her hand under his shirt. Jessica blushed looking at Gaege's body, he teared up. She continued to undress Gaege, he realised he had no attraction to Jessica at all. He felt nothing, no arousal.

She took her underwear off, "Why don't you try to lick here for me" she says to Gaege, he looked at it horrified. He shakes his head, "Can you fuck off" Gaege says in anger, "I'm not interested, just go" he says with his head down wrapping his arms around his body in tears. She starts yelling at him, calling him many insulting names as he shakes. Everything went black from then.

Gaege screamed making him awake up in his bed, sitting up. He tries to catch his breath. He was dizzy, looking around. He lays back down on his bed, he really did not wanna sleep again after that. He got up from his bed, looking at the glass of water on the side table that his mother left him. He took it and drank it, he was thirsty. He place the glass down on the side table then getting up, sitting by the window again.

It was around midnight when he stirred. Everyone else was asleep in bed. Gaege was the only one awake as he sat still, looking out his window and up into the night sky, but occasionally looking out to the treeline across the way. There were a few teenagers walking around since there was an event going on. Not particularly interesting.

He hisses at the pain on his side which once more suddenly set in. He was lucky to be alive still, and even then he didn't know how until he ran his hand over the wound. It had been stitched up. His mother came to his aid.

He smiled, but he didn't know why he did. Sometimes it really did not feel like this life was worth living. Maybe it would have been better to let him do it—at least then he'd be at peace.

His door suddenly opened slowly to reveal Lily standing there. She had always looked similar to Gaege, but instead had her father’s green eyes with long brown hair with bangs. She looked unnerved, but relieved to see him. She apparently didn't know what had happened.

He turned his head, looking at his sister. “Hey, what are you doing up LG?” Gaege remarked weakly.

Lily walked in, closing the bedroom door, “Just a nightmare. Is it ok if I sleep in your room tonight?” she asked, shaking a little.

Gaege softly smiled her way. “Oh, of course. Go ahead and jump into bed. I can’t sleep so you can have the bed anyway.”

Lily nodded, laying down, covering up, and falling asleep pretty much instantly. Gaege looked out the window again.

As he did he began to drift. In the hypnagogia he thought about what life might be like without his father, and began to imagine. The peace and joy everyone felt: the common problems of a normal life, the worries. Laying his head on the window, tearing up. It was subsumed by thoughts racing through his head, whispering voices, sleep deprivation. He looked over again at his sister, wishing that everything was alright, and safe to live the rest of her life with peace. Whatever was coming for him, he felt like there had to be some sort of ending soon. The rising feeling... the boiling over...

The morning came quicker than expected. He felt a light shake which woke him up. He found he was resting his head on the window. Lily stood there, signaling him that it was breakfast time as their father was still asleep. Gaege grabbed his denim jacket, putting it on while following Lily.

They both walked out the bedroom, downstairs quietly to get some cereal. Gaege ate his breakfast with his sister while she texted her friend. It’s like this in the morning, but Gaege usually slept in while Lily gets up. He looked at his mother who was also coming downstairs. “Good morning, darlings. Lily, dear, you have 3 hours to get ready.”

She smiled at her. "Alright, Mom!"

"Shh. Don't wake your father," she said, visibly paranoid with the suggestion.

"I'll be sure not to," she responded.

Gaege suddenly froze in the middle of their dialogue, and his eyes widened. He dropped his spoon onto the floor which made his mother jump a little.

“Gaege, angel? Are you ok?” his mother's words echoed to him. He slowly turned his head to the small kitchen window, his jaw dropping. There it was. That thing. It was back, once again.

Gaege's lips quivered, then he screamed at the top of his lungs. Not even the Valium helped. Running out the kitchen then out the house, Gaege had completely stopped caring about everything. He sprinted down the street, through various neighborhoods. He had no idea how long he had been running for when he came to a stop, the pain worse than ever, the stitches feeling like they were about to come loose. His muddy shoes slid on the dirt road and he almost fell over before stopping in place, at which point he fell to the floor and, grabbing his head, shouted, screaming and crying, slamming his hands on the floor as he then further collapsed face first. He was so weak, facing whatever was happening with that thing, the medication, the therapies, the money. What did it matter? He was headed for the same destination anyway—ruination. No medication would fix this. Nothing would.

Laying on the floor, crying and whimpering with his breath shaky from crying and running for who knows how long, the sun was starting to peek up through the horizon; he could feel its beams on his back. He wiped his eyes with his denim sleeve, getting himself back up.

He looked directly in front of him to see the figure again. He could not run or get away, just stare at them with tears. It was the closest it had ever been, and around it it felt like the world was twisting, distending as it might were he falling into a black hole.

“My child, I've watched you for years. I think it's time.”

Gaege shook his head. "Get out of my head. Get out of my head! You're not real! This isn't real, you're ruining my life!"

"It is my belief that you have more central things to worry about than whatever I might do to you."

Gaege looked over to see an old looking metal bat laying there on the ground. It seemed it was owned by a kid in the town. He found that he was free to move. Sniffling, Gaege took it slowly, his dark bags under his eyes being especially visible in the metal bat. As if instinctively he went to rush the thing, to prove it was not real. But it simply was able to appear elsewhere, out of harm's way.

"What... are you?!" he yelled at it.

"A friend. I wish to free you. Use your weapon to kill them. All of them."

He looked up at the tall figure, a look of shock plastered on his face.

"N... no, I can't. I can't do this," he said, almost dropping the bat. He felt faint, lightheaded.

"Do it, or it will be you instead."

And then it clicked. Something was lost.

Gaege waited until everyone left the street before he made his move. As he was running back to his house, the wound along his torso gone along with all the residual pain, he became faster—faster and faster, yet faster. Animalistic. Something raw, primordial he needed to fulfill. It was only necessary.

He threw the door open when he got in. He saw his father in the living room in his chair, alone. Gaege stepped toward him swiftly, the grin plastered on his face one of absolute delight.

His father jumps up from the chair, seeing Gaege with the bat. “What the fuck are you doing, you crazy bi—"

Gaege quickly struck the man upside the head with all of his might, laughing maniacally as he was clearly dazed enough to hit the floor. His father could not even get a word in, just weakly lift his arms in an attempt to stop the rampage.

The first hit, ironically, was not the strongest. Gaege knelt down over his father and lifted it over his head. He began screaming in a broken voice even as Gaege brought the bat down on his skull with a sickening crunch. Then another. And another. Before he knew it it was silent, save for the sound of the bat hitting the soft matter it was now getting into the base of. When his arms eventually grew tired he had to stop, and take account of his work. His father's head had been reduced to nothing resembling the human form. It was a mixture of shards of his cranium, cerebrospinal fluid, deep red blood, grey matter, and the very few coherent remains of his brain. Much of the gore floated on the air, and much of it was on Gaege. In the mania of the moment, He gets up from the body looking at it as he saw what he has done, smirking still holding his metal bat in his left hand.

“GAEGE!!!” his mother yelled. Only then did his head whip up to face her. She stood there, staring in horror, unable to do so much as even coherently form words. Slowly looking at his mother in his eyes, standing across the room from her, still grinning.

Lily ran out trying to stop Gaege, but he hit her with the bat, sending her toppling to the floor. Her eye had come loose from its socket from how hard he'd hit her with it.

Gaege stopped and looked at his mother, whose expression was distraught beyond anything he'd seen of her before.

“I did what needed to be done. You are free. You should thank me. But I’m not, yet. You won’t see me alive. I'm too tired for this shit.”

Then he turned, and ran. He knew he had to get rid of the tracking on him as soon as possible.

But he had to let him know, he realized as he had made his way into the deep of the woods, hearing sirens ringing out in the distance.

“I love you Adan, please don’t forget me. I won’t be here to show what was done. You have to figure it out yourself. I love you forever and always xx”

With that, he promptly tossed his phone into the lake.

—

It had been 2 weeks since Gaege went missing after killing his father and mutilating his sister horribly. She was not expected to recover, and Gaege had not been seen since. The announcement came from the police that he had killed himself afterwards based on their evidence, but no one knew where his body was, as the manhunt produced no results.

Nobody ever saw him again.