Hidden Evil

Arguments (Braxton)

My head is pounding. The medication stopped working. Why has it stopped working? Dr. Wicker can't give me an explanation. With the medication, my head filled with peace. Now it's filled with the familiar sound of chaotic screaming. I rock myself back and forth as I openly sob. I snapped my head up at the sound of the door opening. I was happy to see Bradley, but my happiness turned to concern as he walked in, angry and upset. Tears streamed down his reddened face. My eyes widened at what looked like scratch marks on his cheek.

"Bradley, what happened to your face," I asked, concerned? "You look like shi-"

"Save it!" Bradley yelled at me.

I was taken aback by this sudden outburst. What has made him this upset?

"I know the truth about what you did," Bradley says to me.

I'm so confused. What truth?

"Bradley, the truth about what?" I asked him.

"The house!" Bradley yells.

He broke his promise. I should've known that he would do that.

"You promised me you wouldn't go back there!" I yelled.

"f**k the promise!" Bradley yells louder.

Bradley looked me in the eyes, his eyes filled with anger and hurt.

"I know you went to the house for three weeks."

My stomach churned. How did he know that? Before I could ask, Bradley continued to spew his words at me.

"You provoked the spirits because you thought they didn't exist. Well, guess what? Good job! You pissed them off, and that's why they killed Max! Max is dead because of you!"

Those last words felt like a punch to the gut. New tears flowed down my face.

"Bradley," I choked out, "please-"

"You didn't think to tell Max and me that you were doing something stupid?"

"As if what you're doing with the house right now isn't stupid," I spat back.

"What I'm doing is for Max," Bradley screams, making my head pound, "what YOU were doing was because of your selfishness."

"Are you sure what you're doing isn't because of your selfishness?" I said, annoyed.

I will not let him make me feel more shitty than I already do. Bradley stared at me, and I grew a little nervous, afraid of what he might do. I know he would never physically hurt me. However, right now, I'm not so sure. Despite this, I continue.

"Max wouldn't want you doing this, Bradley. I'm sorry I pissed off those spirits, but what you're doing won't ever bring him back."

"No," Bradley began, "but it'll bring closure."

He has to be joking. How does communicating with spirits and trying to reason with evil spirits bring closure to the death of your best friend?

"No, it won't," I yelled, "it'll end up killing you! What don't you understand about that?! This," I said, pointing to my cheek, "should be enough to tell you to leave that house alone!"

"I made contact with one of the spirits," Bradley says, "I need to make contact with all of them!"

I rolled my eyes.

"Bradley," I yelled, "do you not hear yourself. You're going to get yourself killed!"

"It would be worth it!"

That's it. That's the last straw.

"No, it wouldn't," I screamed, standing up, "why can't you get that through your thick skull?"

The door opened, and Dr.Wicker came in looking concerned.

"Leave, Bradley, just go. If you want to end up dead, be my guest."

Bradley glared at me before walking out. I jumped as I heard the door slam. I collapsed on my bed, not caring that Dr. Wicker was standing there. I just lost the person who was keeping my sanity together. Nothing matters anymore.