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WARNING: BEFORE YOU READ, YOU MUST BE FINE WITH TRIGGER WARNINGS(SUCH AS: SUICIDE, BULLYING)

Children. They are so easily convinced of things that aren't true, and will always believe their parents no matter what. However, this isn't always true; they don't have to listen. They could come up with their own things that their parents are saying. Isn't that right? They'll hear what they want to hear, and do not do things safe. They are also easily corrupted by bad experiences, trauma. But with a mama's boy like Oliver, nothing could go wrong, right?

~ OC Origin: Midnight Keeper / Nyx Night

It was a nice winter day. It was at least 32 celsius outside. Not too cold for the people who live in Fairbanks, Alaska. They haven't had weather like this in what seemed forever. But as the kids had begun to go to Middle School, a few of the kids who usually were late hadn't showed up yet. It's not like they were late.. at least not yet.

Shoving Oliver down, the kids shouted. "Freak!" One said, "Do you have a problem?! She's my girlfriend!!" The other one had questioned. But it wasn't his fault that someone had given him a paper that said he had a crush on May, who happened to be the big jock's girlfriend. It wasn't his fault at all, so he didn't know why these kids were teasing him. Oliver didn't say a word, mostly because he was mute, but he didn't struggle against their beating either. Usually he just let them attack him until they were done. That way there would be no extra trouble that he didn't want. He couldn't even scream for help in that matter, so what was the point of it? There was none. As Oliver was busy thinking, the kids had noticed his spaced out look and got rather frustrated. "Are we not beating you hard enough?!" The bigger one yelled, kicking him in the stomach harder than he ever had, which caused Oliver to cough. Oliver frowned lightly and furrowed his eyebrows, however didn't make a motion to get back up. "Get up!" The second, smaller one, said and held Oliver up.

When he was held up, he made no motion to stop it, yet again. He just sat there motionless, waiting for it all to end so he could get to school and attend his classes. However, it's not like anyone there would make him feel better about himself. "Hit him!" The smaller bully said, and when he did, the bigger bully had begun to punch Oliver's stomach repeatedly, but not hard enough for Oliver to cough again.

After the numerous punches and kicks had ended, Oliver lay motionless on the floor as he watched the two bullies walk away, snickering to each other and look back at Oliver, seeing his bruised and bloody state. How did they find this entertaining? Oliver wondered about that so many days, but he didn't have the voice to ask, or the courage. He would just get made fun of again, wouldn't he? Oliver let out a sigh, finally standing up, brushing the dirt off of himself. He'd always walked through this forest trail, that's where the bullies would beat him. But the trail was a fast way to get to school so he didn't have to get seen by everyone in the public. Oliver feared that they'd just make fun of him as well because of the bruises and blood. Maybe they would even be scared by it. Walking through the forest trail after getting himself sort of cleaned up with the snow that was on the floor, Oliver finally arrived to school, and just as he walked into the bathroom to clean up the remaining blood and use the restroom, he'd heard the tardy bell. He frowned at this, ignoring everyone's faces that he could see through the classroom door that he was supposed to be in right now. The teacher had begun to call out everyone's names, writing down that they were either present or absent, and the tardies who had only made it to class after the bell had rung. Cleaning up the blood on his face, and looking at himself in the mirror, he frowned at his appearance. Oliver didn't like how ugly he believed everyone thought he was. He was just.. different. That's what his teacher said. She was so kind to him.

Walking into the class, he'd seen the teacher tapping her foot lightly on the carpeted ground whilst all the other kids in the room had been staring at him with glares. The teacher didn't start the class until she knew everyone who was here was present and in their seats, even if they were tardy. When Oliver finally scurried to his seat, he sat in the right row, in the middle of the row. That was where everyone usually threw paper notes, or just plain paper, sometimes even books. But Oliver didn't mind, they were just people who didn't know how to deal with themselves. That's what his mother had said to him, always worried about how he looked because she didn't want her son coming home with bruises and wounds every day. Though there was this girl in the school who always treated him with utmost sincerity, showing him around the school on the first day, helping him in group projects, and even more. But it was an inevitable fate, nothing could stop it. He was different.. That's why they didn't like him, because everyone didn't like different. They only like what was like them, and Oliver didn't think it was fair but he tried to understand. At least he tried better than most fourteen year olds had tried to understand anything above their learning level. But every time they threw stuff at Oliver, there was always this girl- Sidney, that was her name.. She always protected Oliver no matter what. She never really talked to him, but when she did, she was so kind.. It was like he had a real friend, finally. But the girl got teased for talking to him, so he tried to avoid her.

As he started to make his way home, he looked around the forest as he'd heard noises coming from a bush that was rustling. An eyebrow of his rose, and he walked over to it, putting one of his hands into his pocket, using his free hand to reach out to the grassy bush. What is it? Is it an animal? Oliver wondered, but once his hand had reached the bush, the rustling stopped, and as it started to clear out of the bush, everything went black.

Waking up in the infirmary, Oliver's eyes widened when he realized where he was. His mother and father were by his side whilst his little sister was at his feet, staring directly at him as she held her blue bunny rabbit. He'd given her that toy about a year ago. She still loved it.. He smiled softly when he saw that, and looked at his parents with a questioning look. "I don't know what happened, Sweetheart, none of us do.. Do you remember anything at all?" His mother, Connie, questioned. He shook his head. All he remembered was going into the forest and waking up here.

He was terrified, unknowing of what had happened to him in that forest. He didn't even know what he looked like currently, so there was no saying if he truly was okay. Only the doctor could say so.

As the doctor had walked in, he had a strange look on his face that Oliver had never seen in someone before. When he walked in and looked up to see Oliver awake, he had looked surprised. "Oh, you're awake." The doctor said after a moment's silence, clearing his throat and looking at Oliver's parents afterwards. They both stood up and left the room to talk with the doctor. When they left, Oliver's sister looked alive again. "Oliver! You hit your head pretty bad.." She said. But I feel fine, Cassidy.. Oliver thought, looking confused and feeling around his head. Cassidy handed him a mirror that just happened to be close to the two of them. Oliver looked at his face and noticed that on his left cheek there were stitches that went in a almost perfect straight line across his cheek, and probably reached farther back than he could see. His eyes widened at the sight and he felt the stitches. They were slightly ticklish, a different feeling. His parents had come back into the room by that time and looked at Oliver with sad looks. "It's okay, Oliver. It only left a scab.. It should go away in a few months." Oliver's mother started, but let out a frustrated sigh afterwards because she hadn't worded her sentence the way she wanted to. That most definitely wouldn't make Oliver feel better about getting this large line of stitches. He wondered if it really would scar. Oliver let out a small sigh, feeling the stitches again, before looking down and noticing he was no longer in the clothes he was in before he came here. He already knew that it was common sense to know that being at the hospital would mean you'd wear the hospital clothes, but he wondered why someone dressed him. Did they do that at the hospitals? Oliver looked around the room. So why had he gotten this large wound on his face? Was the forest that dangerous?

Noticing her son's confused face, Connie had a sad smile. She wasn't trying to make the mood depressing, but right now, she wanted to know what happened to her son, and why he was going to be scarred on his face. But Oliver's sign language wasn't the best, so she'd never really get a real reason as to why it happened. "You just got hurt in the forest by a tree, it's okay. You're fine now, Oliver." Connie said, now a genuine smile appearing on her face. He'd get to go home with her today, and she was happy about that. Oliver nodded at this, smiling softly, but his dad didn't look happy. He was always rude to Oliver, yet Oliver had no idea why. Was Oliver such a bad son? Why did his mom even stay with a guy who would hate his own son, anyway? Oliver guessed he'd never find out, but did think the reason was that she loved him.

The moment that Oliver and his family had gotten home, a fight between Oliver and his father broke out. Well, you can't exactly call it a "fight" if nothing verbally was said by Oliver. But long story short, Oliver had been doing sign language to talk to his dad and his father got one of the signs mixed up so he was now yelling at the boy. "Dan, stop it!" Connie shouted, and when she did, she was thrown back by Dan, Oliver's father. At the sight of this, Oliver ran forward, pushing on Dan's chest, and only Dan had been pushed back, but barely. Frowning, Oliver gritted his teeth and stared at Dan before he was punched in the gut and then fell to the floor. It wasn't as hard because Dan didn't feel right after he had hurt his wife, so Connie watched hopelessly along with Cassidy and they stared, horrified at the scene. It'd been worse than their fighting ever had been. It was usually just verbal. Well, Dan would talk and Oliver would make rude hand signs, mostly the middle finger was all he used. (which obviously isn't necessarily a hand sign)

After being cleaned up by his mother, Oliver had started to walk towards Connie and Dan's room before he heard them yelling at each other. They were arguing over their relationships and kids.. Oliver couldn't tell exactly what they were saying because he was too terrified to dare and crack the door open a bit to eavesdrop, but even so, he made out a few words. "I hate you!" and "We're getting divorced". He was sure he heard those ones. Oliver hoped he and Cassidy would be going to live with his mother and she would get custody over him and her, but if not, he would have to prepare for a living hell. Before Oliver could turn around, Connie burst out of Dan and her room. She was holding a suitcase(which, mind you, wasn't packed; she'd just brought it out so her kids could get packed) and looked as if she were headed towards one of the kids' rooms. Oliver was about to move out of the way but it was too late, Connie saw him and immediately she had a small look of regret. She didn't want a child to hear those things, and was unsure if Oliver had even heard the whole argument that she and her husband were having. "Don't worry, everything will be okay." Connie said, it was directed towards Oliver but it seemed as if she was trying to reassure herself that everything would in fact be alright. However, it would be far from it.

That's when he started hearing the voices again. He'd had them for, what, two years now? But he'd even "see" these entities, and the cause was seemingly the car accident that happened when he was with his aunt. She'd crashed two years ago and was ejected from the car, causing brain damage. She was taken off life support a few weeks after being in the hospital. Oliver was the only one who survived the accident. "It won't be okay." One muttered, "It'll be okay!" Another one had muttered. Oliver's eyes widened at this and his breath hitched. He turned his head quickly to look around the hallway that he and Connie stood in, but saw nothing except for a shadow that happened to move into his room. He grew terrified at this, but made no motion to tell his mother. But she noticed his uneasiness. "Is something the matter?" Connie questioned and Oliver shook his head, counting to ten to turn his breathing back to normal, because that's one of the exercises his mom had been doing when she was aggravated, so he tried to see if it would work for himself, and it did. It calmed him, but the voices stayed. "We're not going to leave so easily." The female voice said. "Oh yes, we'll stay forever with you." The other one that had a more masculine tone to it said. "Get out of my head.." Oliver thought, trying to stay calm in his mom's presence. "Why should we?" The male voice asked. "We can't." The female voice said. "It's not like we want to anyway!" She added onto her sentence, causing both of the voices to cackle, the sound echoing in Oliver's head. He got up and ran into his room and before he entered it his mother had told him it'll be okay, but he couldn't hear her over the voices that were tormenting himself. "Get out!" He shouted in his thoughts, but this only caused them to laugh more than before, and it made him terrified. He wanted to know what was going on, what really happened in the forest, and what was wrong with him. Oliver started to look around his room as he now heard whispers, which was one of the things he hated most, people whispering around him. "Shut up!" He wanted to say, but he couldn't. Then a figure emerged from the shadows, staring directly at his face. It had no mouth. Its eyes were pure white with black eye whites and it was wearing very heavy winter clothing; he could tell that this was a man. He moved backwards, almost tripping over his bed when he did so, a ringing now louder than a siren in his ears. Tears threatened to come out of his eyes as he was now pushed up against his own wall, heart racing, throat dry, chest shaky, and body paralyzed. He didn't know what to do.. And then he blacked out again.

Upon waking up, he was in a bed, his mother by his side. She looked to be asleep but as soon as Oliver woke up and stopped snoring, she jolted up. "Oliver!" She whisper-yelled, tears in her eyes, threatening to fall down her face. "Are you okay?" She questioned, and Oliver stayed there, shocked. He could write down on a piece of paper or use hand signs to tell her about the voices.. but he wondered how she would react to him saying that. "You're not going to tell her, are you?" The male voice asked, "Of course he wouldn't!" The female voice retorted. Oliver let out a sigh at the now familiar voices and looked at his mother sadly, feeling his face for any wounds, and there was none luckily. "I'm okay." He wrote on a piece of paper that he'd had next to his bed. Connie sighed in relief, but then Oliver started writing again. "There are.. voices in my head.." He wrote and his mother's eyes widened. She was sure it was a side effect of the medicine. Oliver wasn't going to tell her about the creature he saw though, at least not yet. Maybe.. But for right now, he didn't think he should tell her. It was probably just some sort of hallucination because of whatever happened in the forest. The thought of what his mother would say.. she'd call him crazy, wouldn't she? It would be unbearable if she were to do so.. But he wanted to tell her so badly, he wanted her to help him through this. It was all beginning to be too much; it hurt his brain just thinking about it. Standing up hesitantly, Oliver looked at the light above his mother and himself, blinking twice with his pale blue eyes. He let out a breathless sigh, and looked sadly down at the floor below him. He didn't know what to do, and was confused. These stitches.. they felt so awkward, and they tickled, even. It was so odd, to have this feeling of difference. He didn't want to be different from other teenagers his age.. That would just be unbearable. He didn't know what to do with this, anyhow, and even so.. it was all so confusing; every bit of it, every little piece of information that was connected, nothing had come up.

Sighing once more, Oliver had looked around the room, observing all of his surroundings. He had found that there were scalpels nearby, and those made him nervous; he was terrified of sharp things such as: needles, knives, and other things like that. He never liked to be anywhere near them, they were intolerable in his opinion. Every time he had to get a shot, he'd always have to look away and imagine himself in a better place, but even so, it never really worked. The feeling of pain from the shots, even if a small duration, was unbearable and definitely something Oliver was not fond of. He hated it, absolutely, and most definitely. He would never ever get used to the feeling of a needle in his skin, and would always avoid it the best he could. Then.. there were the voices again. "Lost in your thoughts, eh?" The masculine voice questioned with a small, breathless, chuckle following afterwards. "Awww, he's terrified of needles~ Why don't we make him grab that scalpel over there?" The feminine voice asked with a hint of maliciousness in her voice. Oliver's eyes widened at this, tears threatening to come out of his eyes; at this behavior, his mother almost immediately noticed. "Oliver?" She questioned, standing up, looking to see that the IV in his arm was slowly starting to somehow find its way out of his pricked arm somehow. Oliver wasn't even touching it, so how was it even possible? "This is USELESS!" The masculine voice said, adding emphasis on the "useless" word, and almost as if on queue, the IV had been thrown across the room, barely going past Cassidy's arm. "Ah!" She shouted, jumping out of her seat as a reflex. Oliver's eyes flickered towards the girl, showing no sign of emotion other than what seemed to be regret. "Oliver.. What happened?" Cassidy questioned, her eyes showing fright, and she looked around the room quickly, as if she'd just seen something in Oliver's shadow that had moved across the room.

Oliver wanted very badly to apologize, but he couldn't- he didn't even have complete control over his body. It was as if he was paralyzed; whatever he could move was a very little variety of things, and he could only move his eyes and some of his fingers. He didn't understand what was going on, and he couldn't even talk to make it worse. Being mute definitely was a challenge, mentally and physically. Letting out a sigh, he felt terrible. His stomach was still hurting ever since those kids had punched and kicked him, and his urine had blood in it as well. But he didn't think once of telling his parents because he didn't think it would last for too long. It would most likely disappear, these side effects of the kicking, in a few hours, or days, at most. Closing his eyes, he gained control of his body back, and he sat back down on the hospital bed, letting his short hair fall over his face when he looked down at his hands, tears threatening to fall out of his eyes. "Oliver, are you okay?" His mother asked. Oliver nodded slowly, not bothering to do anything else.

A few months later have now passed. Oliver's cheek scar was finally gone, though a very faint skin mark could be seen if you looked hard enough. His mother and sister were very glad that this had happened, that the scab had faded. It was now as if Oliver had never had anything bad happened to him those past few months. He was happy for once, because now that his friend, Sidney, had stood up for him and the bullies had slowly started to leave him alone. His life finally seemed to be getting together in place, but one day everything changed (when the fire nation attacked). Oliver had begun to see things again, and tantrums were very present with his actions. He even went as far as slapping his little sister, Cassidy, across the face very roughly. The mark was only there for a short period of time, but the anger Oliver now harbored was still present. He immediately regretted his actions after a few hours though and went to go apologize to Cassidy, but she refused to go anywhere near him now. He bit his bottom lip, hesitantly walking away. He walked into his room, slamming the door shut, trying to block out the voices he was hearing. He looked outside his window and could've sworn he saw a silhouette of a man that could've been his father's height run from the outside of his window. He had heard two screams, one that sounded like his mother's, and another that sounded like Cassidy's. Oliver immediately ran outside of his room and ran straight to the kitchen, where he believed the sounds to come from. When he saw the sight before him, his eyes went wide with fear, and tears threatened to spill out of his eyes. Before he could walk over to his mother's body, he heard a loud 'bang' noise, similar to that of a.. shotgun, maybe? Investigating his mother's body, Oliver looked at Cassidy. She was shaking, tears running down her face as she gripped her precious teddy bear close to her small frame. "What happened?" Oliver quickly wrote down on a piece of paper that was near the two of them. Cassidy shook her head, unable to speak, due to the shock of seeing her mother's assuming to be dead body. Oliver quickly ran towards the sound of the gunshot, which happened to be in the garage, and walked out to see his father, Dan's, dead body. His eyes almost went wider than before, and he gagged, throwing up beside himself on the floor. He coughed after allowing the puke to come out of his mouth, and stared at the dead body of his father, terrified.

Running outside, Oliver made sure to grab paper and a pen so that he could tell his neighbor to call the Alaskan State Troopers. Their address wasn't too far from where Oliver and his family lived, so as he ran, he started to write down the number to call and address. - 1979 Peger Rd · (907) 451-5100 - Once he finished writing it down, he knocked on his neighbor's door frantically. Soon opening up, the girl who was Oliver's friend at school, Sidney, had opened up the door, giving him a surprised look. She didn't know he was out of the hospital and seeing him here, at her house, was very confusing. He handed her the paper, which had said "Call them, please!" And Oliver had seemed to be serious about this, so quickly, Sidney ran and got her mother, Courtney, who ended up calling the Alaskan State Troopers. They showed up to the house no less than fifteen minutes and ran over to Oliver's house, investigating the place heavily. They allowed Cassidy to run over to Sidney's house with Oliver, and she avoided her brother as best as she could.

Sighing, Oliver sat outside on Sidney's porch, waiting to see if the Alaskan State Troopers would tell him anything of the situation. He knew his father committed suicide, but his mother.. he didn't know what happened to her. Dan had bludgeoned her with a bat, one that Oliver used when he went to baseball practice,  into a comatose state. The Alaskan State Troopers had only told Courtney of this because she was the adult in the situation, and Oliver was a child. Oliver had been in a state of shock. He thought his mother was dead, because the wound on her head- it looked as if her brain had been damaged. But Oliver didn't know anything about wounds, so he couldn't say or think much about whether or not his mother was living or dead. She didn't look like she was breathing when Oliver had seen her, but he only saw her for a short period of time, so he couldn't tell.

A few years had passed and Oliver(now 18 years old) and his little sibling, Cassidy(now 13 years of age), now lived with their grandparents: James and Elizabeth. They only lived a few miles from where Dan and Connie had lived before the events that had happened over there, so Oliver and Cassidy still went to the same schools, but Cassidy had still not gotten over her father's suicide and mother's seemingly dead body right in front of her. It had traumatized her, and she'd been going through tons of therapy and was heavily medicated, now just like Oliver. But the difference was, none of the medicine was working for her, but she acted like it was. She had imaginary friends like any other young girl, but she was thirteen and they were still accompanying her. Doctors thought she may be schizophrenic, but after testing her and asking a ton of questions, they'd come up with nothing. Thinking back on this, Cassidy let out a small giggle, moving her ginger hair out of the way of her freckled face. Her hazel eyes flickered around the room as she held tightly onto the blue stuffed toy that Oliver had given her. She still held that special, even after all these years, and all of the shit she had gone through and seen, heard, and felt. Oliver walked into the kitchen where Cassidy was, his face shrouded in darkness. He hadn't been getting sleep these past few days, and Cassidy was the only one who had noticed. Maybe it was because their grandparents were too old to be able to see things that weren't as obvious as other things were. Cassidy had let out a dark chuckle when she had finally looked up from the ground to see her blood brother. "I want.. to kill them.. and Sidney.." Cassidy muttered quietly so that only Oliver could hear her. His eyes hadn't changed to show any emotion and he just let out a snicker. He'd been practicing the medical field for a few years now, as a nurse- otherwise known as an assistant to the doctor so that the doctor could get the tools or medicine he needed quickly. But Oliver had picked up more than what he was being paid to do- he'd learned about a lot of medicine, poisons, and above all other things, how to get away with murder. How to get away with murder isn't something he learned from the doctors, but he'd been doing lots of research online. He always loved computers, especially gaming when he had the chance. But he rarely got to game with his online friends anymore because of school, his newfound job, college, and other things like that. Nodding finally at Cassidy's decision, Oliver knew that her medicine wasn't working because he was the only one she told. She was so close to Oliver that it seemed like the two of them would be inseparable for the rest of their lives. And this was true. But now, they were going to make a life decision that would ruin their reputations if they were to ever get caught. Grabbing a kitchen knife from the drawer as quietly as he could, Oliver started to slowly make his way into Elizabeth and James' bedroom. They were peacefully sleeping in there because it was only midnight on a Friday night. Chuckling before he decided to twirl the knife in his right hand, Oliver had his eyes wide with anticipation and he was shaking with joy, anticipating the moment when he would finally kill these two in their sleep. Shame that he wouldn't hear their screams, though. "Hurry up!!!" Cassidy whisper-yelled at Oliver, her eyes rolling in annoyance at her brother's slow paced methods. Oliver shrugged and finally stabbed his grandmother, Elizabeth, who was sleeping on the right side of the bed. Her eyes had slowly opened because she was still half asleep and hadn't noticed what was going on and when she did, her eyes widened- only a little bit though, but that didn't stop them. Oliver smirked at her reaction and she was seemingly about to say something before Oliver aimed at her neck, stabbing it several times, dragging it down her throat, as to open it up and reveal what was inside of her throat. Disappointing the sight was, but Oliver kept going, tearing her throat open and then her chest. His eyes were wide with "insanity" as he continued to tear and stab, hearing the gagging noises that his grandmother was making before she finally passed away. It was a little disappointing in Oliver's opinion, but Cassidy was most definitely enjoying herself. She was giggling and bouncing up and down as she watched, before she walked over to Oliver, asking for the knife. Once he handed it over, she walked over to James and began to open his eyelid, stabbing out the eye with her knife, letting it fall to the ground. His other eye opened slowly, still half asleep before he noticed what was going on. Tears were in his only present eye before Cassidy stabbed it out and licked the tip of it before throwing it to the ground, as useless as it was. When she finally decided to do something else, she pulled the blanket off of James' body before slowly starting to "saw" off his foot. It wasn't working because of the knife she had, but the least she did was cut through some of the skin. Small noises of pain were coming out of James' mouth as he wailed silently as the events had happened. Oliver held the man's arms down so that he wouldn't be able to grab for his life alert, and he smiled at the sight that Cassidy was making before his eyes. Next, she moved to his stomach and started to stab at it repeatedly so that he would die of blood loss. When he finally passed away, Cassidy's arms were covered in blood, as was her stuffed toy bunny that Oliver gave her, but she didn't mind. Oliver was clean though, but the cuffs of his top weren't very clean, stained in blood, they were.

Next was Sidney.

"..Do it." Oliver said quietly as a scream sounded throughout Sidney's home. 