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Disembodied doubts : Kent has a nightmare bringing all his insecurities to light...

The sound of his ragged breaths was the only form of noise filling the air. Harsh gasps getting caught up in his throat were not helped by the void of darkness hiding his sense of surroundings.

In his haste to figure out what the hell was going on Kent tried to wriggle free, his efforts to no avail when the daunting realization that he was tied up kicked him in the teeth. The rope was so tight it was bordering on cutting off his circulation, the suffocating hold it had on his wrists worsened by his desperate tugging, only succeeding in making it unbearably tighter.

Even his will to speak was compromised by the tape he hadn’t up until now been able to process stuck across his mouth, any attempts to form a coherent sentence came across as muffled groans.

The heavy pounding of his heart overpowered his senses, the drumming thuds of every beat increased the sickening suspense of whatever the hell was happening. Combined with the rapid cold sweat gathering on his forehead that ran down his face, his incessant trembling against the chair he was strapped to did him no favors. All he could do was wait to find out what twisted game awaited him.

A trail of disembodied voices floating all around him, muttering amongst themselves directed Kent’s attention from the agonizing pain of his setup to whatever, or whoever insisted he is put through this brutal act of torture.

The sounds of slow yet menacing footsteps approaching had him frozen in fear, the anticipation of not knowing what was to come sending shivers down his spine. He swore his heart was about to pound right out of his chest when the sensation of something brushing against him made him flinch.

The bag previously used to conceal his vision was hastily whipped off his head, the abrupt shine of a viciously bright light blinding him and leaving him squinting for a couple of seconds.

In the time it took for his eyes to adjust to his whereabouts Kent instantly recognized it to be the Nightshades library, the various markings decorating the floor were all he could focus on, not daring to look up.

“Welcome back,” greeted the ringleader of the Nightshades, Bianca Barclay, grabbing his chin and forcing him to make eye contact with her. Her lips contorted into a cruel, self-satisfied smug smile often seen when overthrowing her enemies. Pearly white teeth on full display, a wicked cackle emitted from her, eyes glowing with callous contentment.

Within an instant, Bianca’s facial features morphed into a deadpan expression of disdain. Slowly lifting his head from his lap Kent became fixated on the other members, the group had formed a circle in front of him. All sporting the same expression as their leader.

Kent tried to intervene with a pitiful squeak, his attempt at communication earning him a thunderous slap on the cheek.

“Uh, no talking!” Bianca sharply instructed. “Besides, it’s not like anything useful comes out of your mouth anyway.”

A series of chuckles filled the room, each syllable ringing in his ears.

“I’m sure you’d like to know why you’re here,” she continued. “I’ll keep this simple for you, since the whole ordeal with Crackstone we as a society has come to a few realizations. We’ve been discussing the future of our clan and how we can evolve to prevent anything like this from happening again. But to do that we have to make a few changes to how we do things, to ensure we do our utmost best in protecting this school and all those who attend we’ve decided to reevaluate who does what, or in other words, no longer will we be lagging any dead weight on our shoulders.”

Bianca’s slow but steady pacing made the already nauseating quench of terror rise up to his throat, the gut-wrenching feeling refusing to relent no matter how many times he tried to swallow it down.

“I'm sure even your cabbage head can see where this is heading?”

The patronizing stance of her body language made it all the more humiliating. He was being booted from the Nightshades just like Rowan, he was pretty certain that Rowan’s dismissal hadn’t been quite so intense.

“You know I only tolerate you for Divina's sake right?” Bianca began, kneeling to Kent's level, her voice sickly sweet yet laced with a bitter undertone in between each and every word she spoke. “Or are you so foolish and delusional that you couldnt see that?”

Her mocking posture crouching over him along with the nonchalant stares of all his friends eyeing up every morsel of his distress.

“Why else would I allow a pea-brained dumbass like you to even hang around with me let alone join the nightshades?”

A thoughtful raise of her eyebrows crossed her features, putting a finger to her lips as she worked out what she was going to say.

“Although, I suppose you’ve had your uses occasionally.”

The minute the words left her mouth her expression darkened once more, scowling at the tied-up siren.

“But the Poe cup race was your biggest fuck up yet. You had one simple task to do and you failed me.”

I’m sorry Bianca, Kent did his best to utter his apology to the ringleader despite the tape around his mouth, who paid no heed to his pleas.

“You made me look like a fool in front of Ophelia hall and you know how much I detest losing, so now you’re going to sit here and listen to what everyone has to say and maybe this little session will help drill into your thick skull that the only fool in this room is you.”

With the commanding snap of her fingers, Ajax was the first to take the stand. An uncharacteristic smirk spread across his face, lapping up every moment of Kent’s despair as the following words left his mouth.

“Rooming with you was the worst part of this semester, it was like sharing with a codependent child. I don’t know why I didn’t just stone you the minute we met.”

Kent tried to shake his head in disbelief that Ajax would say such a thing.

“Rowan's death allowed me to escape your dumb ass, and I haven’t looked back since.”

From beneath his beanie, his snakes hiss in agreement. Ajax then made a move to lift the beanie halfway off his head, chucking in morbid delight over Kent’s struggle to turn away to avoid getting stoned. The gorgon turned on his heel, his laughter reverberating within the atmosphere.

Next was Xavier, who unlike Ajax didn't smile. He didn't seem to show any emotion. All he did was tilt his head ever so slightly to the side, the gesture alone intimidating the siren. Glassy eyes stared straight into the artist’s abyss, void of any feeling.

“It should have been you that got fed to the monster, not Eugene,” Xavier scoffed, shaking his head in disgust at Kent’s open show of emotions beginning to build up within the shields of his eyes.

“You’ve always been a pathetic excuse for an outcast, I don’t get why those normies don’t target you instead of me.” He then whipped out a drawing from his pocket, snapping the folded paper open he thrust the sheet in the siren’s face, distraught at the painting consisting of him all beaten and bloody in the very chair he was seated on, presumably left for dead.

With that Xavier slowly made his way back to his original position, only for Yoko to take his place.

The vampire stalked towards him, making a show of her appearance, swishing her hair. Her long locks flipped the siren in the face, a few strands getting in his eyes, fangs bared as she turned to address him.

“Isn’t it funny that when we first began going to Nevermore you had a crush on me?”

Kent groaned in response. Yoko’s smile stretched even wider, the trip down memory lane having tweaked a nerve in the younger siren twin.

“Just a shame you weren't the Fisher sibling I had my eye on.” Yoko spared a second to cast Divina a devious look before carrying on.

“How does it feel to know everyone around you has found the person they want to be with, the one they truly love and would do everything and anything for them in a heartbeat? Everyone except you that is.”

By now tears had begun to fall from the corners of both Kent’s eyes. Thick sniffles filled the air, all his insecurities now out in the open.

“Although, it's not surprising since I can’t think of a single person who’d want you by their side. Most people desire good looks, a reasonable amount of intelligence, and a great personality, and let’s face it, you’ve got none of those things.”

Another helpless groan spilled from him, unsure of how much more of this relentless soul bashing his bruised, battered heart could take.

“Look at you blubbing like a baby, you’re weak and pathetic.” These were the final words from the vampire, looking to her left to reveal Divina stepping into the light.

The older sibling shot him a disapproving glare as if he’d intentionally put himself in this position. For a moment all she did was silently stand before him, not an ounce of emotion visible. Eventually, she spoke up.

“Do you ever wonder how much easier life would have been if I were an only child? I sure do,” Divina sighed. Looking up at her brother, disappointment clouded her face, an expression he often saw whenever he put a foot wrong. An everyday occurrence in his normal day-to-day life, happening more than he was comfortable admitting to himself.

Kent shook his head. Almost inaudible cries from the younger siren twin only angered his sister further.

“All the things I could have had and could have been if it weren't for you hanging around me like a bad smell. But no, I was cursed with having you for a brother. Always fucking things up, always having to tag along with me and whoever I'm with because he’s clueless on how to make any friends of his own. Always clinging onto me and my life to hide the fact that without me he’s nothing, a nobody who no one wants to know or care about!”

Kent grimaced. He could cope with Bianca’s ruthless snide remarks as she often did when something didn’t go her way. He could get past Ajax, Xavier, and even Yoko’s outright brutal honesty of their opinions of him, having heard them plenty of times before. But to hear those insults from Divina, his twin sister and best friend whom he’d grown up and spent his entire life around, berating him on all his faults as if he were a burden on her, opened him up to a brand new level of anguish and self-loathing.

Divina, please don’t do this! Kent pleaded with his twin, dilated desperation laced in his pupils. He can’t take much more of this. He’s on the verge of breaking down and allowing his woes to consume him completely.

“You don’t need to burden yourself with him anymore, you’ve got me to make your life better now,” Yoko interrupted, walking over to stand beside Divina who smiled warmly at her. A rare form of emotion reserved just for the vampire, he couldnt recall the last time his sister had smiled at him. If she ever has done.

The way Yoko slowly places a wondering hand on his sister's shoulder, fangs out, and practically pressed into her neck wasn’t lost on him. He saw it every day. Every ounce of affection shared between the pair ultimately rubbed salt into the huge gaping wound left behind by the shards of Kent’s shattered heart, a surging sting of a reminder that everyone else had all he craved for himself.

Then for a second Divina and Kent locked eyes with one another. Moist upon dry, hurt seeking out solace from his older sister's careful gaze. Desperately searching for a hint of compassion he knew was buried deep down inside her for the ones she cared about. Instead, he was met with a horrific cackle. Now he knows for a fact he is as dumb as they say.

He should have known.

The worst part of all is the fact that Divina could see right through him like glass, an ability she’s always possessed for as long as they have walked the earth. She knows he’s a sentence away from falling apart, and just like the others she’s ceased pretending to care.

“Enjoy what remains of your sad, futile existence. Because no one will ever want you.”

That’s all it took for the dam to break.

Raging sobs tore through Kent’s vocal cords, his body wracking against the back of the chair. If it weren't for the tight restraints he’d have slid right off the seat and sunk to the floor. Despair engulfed every fiber of his being, the echoes of his suffering enjoyed by all.

“Ah sorrow, such a tasty garnish,” said the unexpected and unmistakable cold voice of Wednesday Addams. The other members took a step back to reveal the raven-haired, pig-tailed girl holding a rather large and quite frankly disturbing weapon secured tightly within her grasp.

Unblinking eyes calmly scanned the room as she took a few chilling, calculated steps toward the blubbering Kent feebly attempting to back away from the crazed girl, as far as being bound to a chair would allow. Pupils darted between each member standing all around her, a slow nod in response from whoever she laid eyes on.

Just like everyone else Wednesday stopped to stare at Kent’s crumbling composure, a glint of morbid joy at his neverending emotional turmoil practically twinkled in the goth girl's eye. It seemed she was finally going to get the chance to enhance her love of torture.

“I must say I never expected an invitation to a high school gathering to be so thrilling.”

It then occurred to him that as Wednesday walked closer she was dressed in the typical Nightshades attire. The dark blue cloak draped effortlessly around her only adding to her unhinged, stoic appearance. Long pitch black nails tapped along the handle of whatever beloved torture device she had clasped within the palms of her hands, fingers curling around the piece of equipment, eagerly awaiting her orders to flip the lights out.

With a single nod from Bianca, the goth girl wasted no time in heading straight toward Kent, an involuntary whimper escaping him, his demise near and clear for all to witness. To his surprise and utmost shock, she swiped a finger across his forehead, the same finger smeared with his blood from where he’d been hit gently inserted into her mouth, savoring the morish taste of the metallic substance, fueling her unsettling addiction to unnecessary acts of violence.

“Hmm,” she sighed with pleasure. “Despair is the main dominating flavor in this blend of succulent sorrow, combined with crisp desperation.

The sounds of Kent’s weeping music to the raven-haired girl's ears.

“I’d love for you to conjure up some more,” she added, voice monotone with a hint of malice. “You’ll be begging me to take it from you.”

A small whimper was all Kent could manage in a feeble attempt to get her to reconsider her course of action.

“And I will.”

Fuck. He was well and truly trapped.

Watching as Wednesday revealed the sledgehammer, Kent's gaze darted around the room wildly. The other nightshades, Divina in particular grinning right back at him, not one objection uttered amongst the group. Their expressions were malicious, patiently waiting for his demise.

He’d lost all willpower to fight.

Rough hands grabbed his chin, yanking his head up to make him look his about-to-be attacker in the eyes. Leaning into his ear Wednesday whispered.

“Time to flip the lights out.”

Stepping back, Wednesday prepared for the one and only crushing blow. The swing of the hammer merely inches away from colliding with his face…

It took all Kent’s might to prevent the ear-piercing screech from ripping out his throat as he jolted upwards, sweat streaming from his forehead, soaking his hair and drenching his pajama shirt. His breaths came out sharp and frantic, panting like a dehydrated dog.

Snapping his head to the right his gaze immediately fell on the empty bed stripped of everything but a mattress with a clean undersheet on top.

Yet another painful reminder that nobody truly wanted him around. The siren had to squeeze his eyes shut to block out the flashback of Ajax simply informing him of his transfer to Xavier's room soon after Rowan’s death, the sounds of his suitcase banging against the door before it shut ingrained into his head.

Since then he had only his mind for company on those long lonely nights.

Bunching up his duvet cover to his mouth Kent could no longer contain his broken wails. Once that one tear broke free the rest followed in an unbroken stream, heaving sobs between strangled breaths unleashing the bottomless pit of desolation more often than not, hidden behind his jolly exterior.

When his sobs began to falter, Kent brushed a few loose strands of hair away from his face, sadness surrendering temporarily to the onset wave of exhaustion washing over him.

Taking a single hitching deep breath, the siren slowly lay back onto his pillow, gaze firmly locked on the ceiling above him.

Not even the soft embrace of his 5-foot-tall teddy bear could soothe his sorrows that night.

Notes:

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