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"Yeah, Energy we're gonna talk about this buddy" Balance's voice hit his ears like sandpaper on his skin. He was already tired, and the sun seemed to beam down into his eyes with no stop. Everyone had been talking and he tried to focus on them, but when he did it, it was always horrible news of who he was. And what he wasn't.
He didn't like the idea of talking about "this", he shakes his head a little, he doesn't want to do that. No way does he want to do that. Balance can't force him. No matter how much his dad tries. Oh Codey he could barely move. His body just froze. Like a toy run out of batteries
"Yes, yes we are don't shake your head, yeah let's go. 3 2 1-"
And in a moment the lightning consumed his body and they were back. Back to safety, back ho- no this wasn't home. They're home was destroyed by The Fallen, or the reset or any other crazy event that always happened to befall them.
Balance tried to talk to him, but he could barely focus on him. He needed to get to his room, scream and punch and kick until his small body gave out in front of him.
In a moment his body acted for him. Rushing him to anywhere that was away from here. His mind was screaming at him but he could barely tell why.
He barely processes banging on his door struggling to grab the handle. He doesn't care about anything else so he grabs his katanas and starts cutting. As soon as the hole was big enough for him to fit he forced his body through.
He scrambled on his bed rampaging the covers like they did something personal to him. He looked at himself from a mirror he hanged up, happily at the time
...When did he start crying, he did feel the water when he was running but it had just added in his panic. He didn't care he needed the mirror gone. He grabbed a crystal from his bedside and chucked it at the mirror. The noise of its shatter, but at least now he didn't have to look at himself like this.
Why did he get curious. Damn it, why did he get curious. He should've just ran off when he had the chance, he was good at that. If he ran off, then he wouldn't have to bear the thought that his body wasn't his own, that he was just the corpse of those who came before him.
His body was a corpses. Not really his own. Just someone's cheap imitation of long lost people.
A broken kid not meant to exist
He opened up his mouth to scream. To stop the noises he heard from his broken door. The people talking about him, probably disappointed in his actions. In him. He punched his mattress like it would do anything to make them SHUT UP. It didn't make them go away so he tried screaming again. The scream just bounced off the crystals in his room sending his pain back at him.
He wanted to stop, to stop his body and mind, and the noise, and the concept of talking about what he is. He couldn't seem to calm down even as he tried. There was still too much around him. He put his blankets over himself to try and cover it all up.
Then all the voices outside the door stopped. It didn't help. He hated that it didn't help.
Then he hears the turn of a knob, then the click of opening a door.
Then footsteps approaching him. They were light, quiet, like they didn't want to make any excess noise.
The voice that came from the footsteps was gentle, calm and clear.
"Energy." It was a familiar voice but Energy couldn't yet place from where. Still focused on the light in the room, the tiredness that laced his body, the tears that we're too cold on his cheeks, his mind barely wrapping around all the information he gained from one conversation, all of this culminated into him not being able to tell who was talking to him.
"I have a glass of water if you'd like." He hears the clink of a glass being set down on his nightstand. He slowly grabs it, the water wasn't particularly cool or warm which soothed him a little, he drinks it slowly taking a minute to get used to it.
"Energy can you talk?" The question is soft, not malicious or annoyed. He shakes his head, he can't seem to be able to force it if he tried.
Energy looks up from the safety of his covers to see who it is. and he's greeted with the face of someone he didn't quite expect, he wasn't sure who he was expecting but it wasn't Gravity. Gravity slowly sits down not wanting to make any sudden movements.
he was much calmer and more gentle than he normally was.
"can I turn the light off for you?" Energy nodded. He needed that off right now. Gravity kept the same gentle footsteps as he turned off the lights, suddenly all the different crystals in the room stopped reflecting. it was a little better but not by much, he was still barely processing it.
He was so exhausted mentally and physically. Energy had no idea how long he was just in the dark, being asked simple questions to help him calm down. Gravity was being so calm, not trying to unintentionally hurt or panic him. He let Energy be when he needed until he was talking again.
Energy mumbled out something barely audible. "Thank you." Gravity was about to walk away, give him the space needed to sleep. But he smiled as the words hit his ears. He fixed up the door as he left, rotating each piece to its place while Over healed the wood.
Gravity sighed as he left. Getting everyone away from Energy's room. He knew everyone would start talking the moment he left. It would be better if it didn't interrupt Energy. Once they all made it to the area in the middle, mainly a chill out spot he sighed and asked.
"Which of you guys helped create Energy?"
Over, Under, and Balance raised they're hand. Of course Balance raised his hand, he was so similar to his balance.
"Take a autism diagnosis test." He said patting the three of them on they're backs.
"WHAT"
"ok"
"hey!"