For the longest time, all Sid ever wanted was for those damn voices to stop; the nagging, the complaining, the insults, the degradation— “Shut the fuck up, already!!”

Every time something might have been going right, it suddenly went horribly wrong, and that’s when those bastards would start their bullshit. Like the itch you get in your ear when someone’s talking behind your back-except the ones talking were Sid’s mind, body, and soul.

He hid himself away from everyone, just for a few minutes, that’s all he needed. Just until he could compose himself again. He felt like he was about to snap, the voices reaching a fever pitch—until they suddenly went silent, at the touch of a hand.

“You…?” Sid muttered softly, ears dropped, looking as pitiful as ever.