You Crazy Diamond [Original] / / Chapter 4 + Epilogue
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Original title: You Crazy Diamond
Beta: dylan_mx \u0026lt;3
Rating: orange
Warning: strong content (mental illness, attempted murder / suicide)
Chapters: 4 and Epilogue of 4
Notes: [Written for the BigBang Italy!] this story is definitely one of my experiment, both the writing style is completely different from what I usually do (very little dialogue, very few if not zero and above zero sex scenes funny), but I , so come and I wanted to try to bring it to the end. The name Thomas is stolen from the false name of the Master on Doctor Who, and also the name of his father. Happy reading ^ ^
Introduction: Returning from a summer internship Mihail Kivic ', a high school student, discovers that his cousin Thomas, which are not even aware of their existence, it has installed at his home. After a while the newcomer begins to attempt on the life of Mihail, trying to maim and kill him from that moment Kivic 'attempts to dig into the past of his cousin to find out the reason for his behavior and groped to remove him from himself and from his family.
Gifter: harriet_yuuko (thanks a lot, the gift is wonderful * w *)
Link the gift: Here \u0026lt;3
4 - A water level
The next morning it was still raining, but not to the levels of the huge storm the day before, it was only a light drizzle. After searching the house for an umbrella that was not broken Mihail surrendered and came out about ten o'clock, when Thomas and Vikitza were still asleep and his parents sipped their morning coffee, there were few people on the street, the storm and the cold seemed to have brought down the entire city into hibernation: the boy He shrugged his red windbreaker, rain drummed on his cap down over his face. He hoped that his grandmother was already standing.
A few minutes later he was at the gate of the house, attached to the bell, his grandmother a few years had hearing problems and had to play for a while before getting open.
Nobody answered. Mihail telephoned her on the drive and after a while she said, and hoarse as he gestured to make himself understood by his grandmother, attracting the looks puzzled and shocked.
In the end, without knowing exactly how he managed to enter.
his grandmother's house was a mess, papers and magazines everywhere, crumbs on the floor, packages of medicine scattered on the kitchen table, he must have forgotten several times to call the cleaning lady, was a disaster.
talking with her grandmother was not exactly easy, it was completely lost, so that greeted him in the kitchen still in her dressing gown and slippers, curlers and a head full of the milk on the stove that was likely to come out of the pot.
The boy began to chat about this and that while she was making breakfast and he took advantage to give the room a settled, after a while, 'he began to ask questions about Helen Saxon.
The answers were not always sensible, but failed to realize that the woman had actually lived a few months by his grandmother, ten years before but had returned after some time, for three or four days, sleeping with her.
came without her husband and son, alone and, in fact, came even a few months earlier. Mihail
found it quite unusual and asked clarification from the old lady, but she was unable to give an explanation.
\u0026lt;Where are asleep, when he was with you?> Asked as he finished sweeping the floor, the crumbs.
\u0026lt;In the room upstairs.>
\u0026lt;There is someone else came in after her?>
\u0026lt;No, not really ... you know, is hardly anyone stops me from sleeping. The room is as it was when she was sleeping, there is often not even within me. And I keep it locked.>
Mihail frowned.
\u0026lt;Locked?>
\u0026lt;Elena left the cards, as far as I know. Cards and some valuables. I did not want the cleaning lady came into that room and steal something. Even so, no longer been used, not a room that needs to be cleaned.>
His grandmother gave him the keys without problems for anything suspicious by his questions, even asked because wanted to see that room.
The boy climbed the stairs slowly, hoping to find something that is related to Thomas, nothing to what his grandmother had told him he could reconnect in some way to his cousin, but occasional visits to Helena, alone, left him puzzled: were too rare for them to reconnect to a lover or something.
reached the second floor, found the door and tried to insert the key turned in the lock with a little 'difficulty and the door swung open, revealing the dusty room more Mihail had ever seen.
shuddered when he saw the cobwebs beautiful large: he was terrified of spiders. It took courage and entered, the room was dark and Mihail could not find the light switch, but going groping reached the window and pulled up the blinds just enough to read the content of the cards, if I had found.
began to search the room, every corner, every shelf, outside still raining and the drops drummed cheerfully on the window. At one point, in a ceramic jar, found a small key, probably a drawer or a drawer.
He moved a few steps and turned to one of the walls of the room is completely occupied by a library with several drawers, and corner of a cabinet.
He approached it and saw that the key came in perfectly there, opened it eagerly and found a yellow envelope. There was nothing else.
He took it and noticed that it was not sealed, was to serve as a binder or something similar. He pulled the sheets contained and gave us a look, and his heart skipped a beat when he saw the name of Thomas on the sheets.
hid the bag under her shirt, tucked inside his pants, closed the chest down, and replaced the key. Lowered the shutter, and also locked the door, flung himself down the stairs.
Two minutes later he ran in the rain, which by now had become strong and fell in drops, roaring in the ears, in spite of themselves cursing between his teeth for not being able to find an umbrella, even by his grandmother, was euphoric. He had never felt so done, he almost hit his goal and this filled him with pride.
The bag under her shirt was bothering him in contact with skin and feared might cadergli, pulled out of his shelter and running faster, stringendosela chest and covering it with a jacket to protect it from water.
He arrived at the building where he lived, and stood in front of the elevator, taking off his cap. He wanted to read everything at once, but held back: better in his room, away from prying eyes.
The manila envelope was leaning on his desk, papers scattered on the floor. Mihail gave from behind the door, reading, shook hands and biting her lower lip nervously all the time. She closed the door, he was sure he had closed the door, but suddenly felt two hands clasped around his neck. Came out of his mouth a strangled cry as he tried to pull the hands of the aggressor with her, twisting, wriggling, tried to see who was attacking him, but he could not turn his head enough.
hands suddenly left him and threw him to the ground, he felt something hard hit him in the temple and saw black for a while. He opened his eyes, the cards had become reddish.
He turned and found himself in front of Thomas. Another shot and another, another ...
He awoke suddenly, his temples bathed with sweat, his body shivering.
He was afraid. He got up and drank a little water, was used to hold a glass of water on her bedside table for not having to leave his room at night.
had read the whole package and that was to be the cause of the nightmare.
The idea that his cousin had left ten years incarcerated in a psychiatric hospital had upset him, left there like a sack. He was hurt just thinking about it.
The envelope that contained medical reports and had found letters that Helen Saxon had received from his old friend, a psychiatrist who had recommended the place to treat Thomas. There were other letters, for the best friend of the woman, but she had never sent: they spoke of how they had lived through that tragedy in the family, how he reacted once discovered that Henry Saxon His son had homicidal tendencies, as if trying to remove him from the family, almost hiding it. Elena of how it was the opposite. Thomas
once a year received a visit from his mother but his father had never visited him.
And after ten years, doctors had decided that the boy could keep at least a semblance of normality and had decided to grant him a few months of testing to see if she could relate in a normal manner, always taking the pills prescribed. But his parents were too busy with their work, to go around, and could not control it, Mihail and his family however they could.
The boy shook his head: it seemed impossible that Elena had not told his Thomas' parents problems, because they should at least make sure the boy to take medicines regularly. So it was they who had not told him and Vikitza, not only, also had hidden well, he did not remember seeing those once notorious drugs. Probably his
had believed that their son would leave with the prejudices against his cousin, who believed that if Thomas had attacked, he would have immediately reported to them.
He wanted to go to them and cover them for injuries, but he restrained himself.
The next day had not yet decided what to do. The sensible thing would be was to go immediately to his parents and tell them everything that has already had to say weeks before, but something kept him there.
He thought at school all morning. It was a nail fixed and could not find a solution.
There also was thinking as he walked to his room after dinner, except that he found the door open.
eyes wide: he had forgotten to lock.
In her room there was Thomas, leaning on his desk, where there was the envelope and loose papers.
His cousin heard him coming and turned around suddenly, Mihail swallowed and the memory of the nightmare made him shudder, but the look of Thomas was very different from what he expected.
was not furious, murderess, bad. His cousin was afraid what he read in his eyes was pure terror, despair. No hate, no anger. Only a lot of fear.
\u0026lt;Thomas, I can explain ...> stammered, trying to improvise something, but his cousin would not listen. Hurried from the room, passed by without looking in his eyes. He ran down the corridor, disappearing from the sight of Mikhail, who was there before the door, dazed, in the same location where he found Thomas. The front door
slammed violently. Mihail
began to insult with ferocity, because he felt like an idiot, having left the door open to allowing that Thomas discovered his investigations, the papers of his mother. Those papers he had already seen them, the medical reports already knew them. And the letters to his mother about his father ... those
He wanted to bang his head against the door jamb.
What should he do? Thomas was dangerous at that time?
trying to put a little in his shoes, but was very difficult. He sighed once or twice. Then he decided he entered the room, put cards in the envelope and stuffed it all in his drawer. He went out closing the door, put on her shoes and ran into the street, looking for his cousin.
I had lost, we looked around out of breath: he toured all the places he could have known Thomas, school, park, library ... did not know what to think. He asked if they had seen him around, but seemed to have disappeared into thin air. Actually his cousin never left home except to go to school and thus probably did not know almost nothing the city could escape brooded about where someone in a city like that.
Then he remembered the River. Was not far from his home and went for a nice stretch along a path full of trees, hidden by thick vegetation to the machines, there was a lot of people on Sunday, but Monday certainly was almost deserted, especially at that hour. Then the sky was gray and cold: how much less inviting for a stroll along the riverside.
He went running down there and quickly traveled the path he looked around, and the fierce wind shook the trees, it was really cold and no sign of the sun peeping out. Mihail had time to take the first jacket that he had been before, but it was too little, too. For
Thomas saw a certain point and he was almost a blow: he had crossed the barrier that marked the path and there it was on the board, facing the water to do meditation. He turned and he saw him turning pale. Mihail
Just when he turned and tried to approach it without thinking twice jumped into the water: it was a stretch in which the currents were particularly strong, but it was very deep. The boy went down without screaming, the other jumped over the fence, took off his coat and shoes as quickly as possible dived into the River.
He took a course in rescue in the pool, a few months before, to work as a lifeguard and this comes in handy. He grabbed his cousin from under the armpits and pulled him up. He fortunately did not oppose any resistance.
It had never happened before to practice what they had studied, but both managed to reach dry land, safe and sound: she thought it should have gone home to warmly thank his mother, who encouraged him to participate in that course .
were soaking wet and the boy felt his clothes freezing on him, before Thomas could even think of thrown back into the water dressed, grabbed him by the arm and dragged him on the path, straight home.
No one was home at the time they went to a yarn in the bathroom where he threw a towel at Mihail Thomas.
\u0026lt;Move or catch a cold.> Was all I could say.
Thomas did not move, looked at him with a vacant look.
\u0026lt;What?>
The young man bit his lip, obviously frightened.
\u0026lt;Do not want to go there.>
Mihail said nothing, while the other continued.
\u0026lt;I do not want to come back.>
There was no answer, only the voice of the boy who endlessly repeats the same phrase as a prayer, his voice cracked remembering all the years of white silence and leaves puddles of loneliness, with the only certainty was that if there was only his fault, because it was not normal, not like the others. Mihail
not answered.
Epilogue - The call
His parents were very surprised when he asked the number of Elena, the mother of Thomas, but they were questions, they simply exchanged worried glances before that. Mihail
stared at the screen of the phone along with knitted brows, thinking what he could say to that woman.
He wanted to return to normal, no more fears, no nightmares, no locked doors, just wanted to live as usual. But there was a but.
pressed the call button and waited, sitting on the edge of his bed, the door of his room was open.
She let him slip on the ring floor, slowly: one, two ...
closed his eyes and the third ring, a female voice answered.
"Hello?"
Mihail opened his eyes slowly, Thomas was passing in his room, straight to the kitchen, looked at each other.
"Hello?" The female voice asked again, a bit 'worried. Mihail
smiled.
"Excuse me, ma'am. I have the wrong number. "
hung up, two weeks later was still sleeping with the door locked.
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