BEFORE THE BEGINNING for the writing meme!!
aaskljdjkldsfklj for context (x) i'm so sorry but i will be making this angsty LMAO and uhhh shockingly it will definitely be more than 3 sentences...
BEFORE THE BEGINNING — three sentences (or more) about something that happened before the plot of my current project
Just listen to the voice in your head!
Yeah, cause that's worked out so well for him in the past. He bites his tongue, doesn't say anything. He'll learn eventually, they all say when they think he can't hear them, and Ajax wonders when exactly 'eventually' is supposed to be.
Not anytime soon, probably.
"Ajax..." His teacher is nice. Polite and friendly and clearly trying, but- well, he knows that look. The same one his mom has when he says something wrong, something he shouldn't say out loud. His stomach twists.
"Did you draw this?" He sets the paper down in front of Ajax, a page overflowing with red red red. The red that lives inside his head all the time, where that voice is supposed to be.
He shakes his head sharply, trying to make his thoughts disappear.
"Your friends told me they saw you drawing it. Would you like to tell me the truth this time?" Mr. Pierro says, very patient with him. He always is. It makes Ajax squirm in his seat.
"It's okay if you drew it, I'm not going to be upset with you. But I will give you a fair warning that if you did, we might need to change your schedule a little bit."
Ajax stares at the page, at the dark lines, deep cuts from sharp knives that he's too afraid to touch in real life - not because he's afraid of them, only afraid what he'll do if he lets himself hold one.
"Why would it change?" His heart beats loud in his ears - he's heard of what they do to bad people like him, people who want to hurt other people for fun. Just because they want to. His mom let him pick out a detective book last time they went to the library.
He gets caught, and bad things happen.
"Nothing bad," Mr. Pierro says, like he can see inside Ajax's head. Ajax curls his hands tight around the seat of the wooden chair. "But we might have to have you talk with someone."
"T-talk?" Talk, like they do in the book: Ajax sitting handcuffed to a table, some faceless detective towering over him on the other side of the desk, scaring him with all the bad things that'll happen if he doesn't confess. He hunches over, shakes his head again, tries to make the red disappear.
If they find out, they'll lock me up for forever, I'll never be allowed to go play with my friends again, I'll never get to go home and see Tonia or mom or-
"It would just be a conversation, Ajax. Nothing that you have to worry about. Did you draw this?"
This is how they get him, isn't it? He was stupid to think he could ever escape, the good guys always catch the bad guys in the end, don't they? His fingers hurt where they try to dig into the chair, into the solid wood.
If you're honest with him, he can protect you, a voice says between his ears, and it doesn't sound like his voice. Or Mr. Pierro's. Or his mom's or sister's or brother's or-
Are you the good voice? he asks, eyes wide and hopeful - maybe he has one! Maybe it's okay, maybe he isn't really bad, his voice just took a while to show up, and he doesn't have to-
Of course I am. Now don't be stupid, you know he knows the truth. Admit it, and he'll help you. Doesn't he always?
She- the voice, it definitely sounds like a she - makes a lot of sense. Ajax twists his lips, takes a deep breath. He's scared, but they do that in the book, don't they? They make it easier on the bad guy if they tell the truth.
"I...I drew it," he says fast and quiet and terrified, but the voice in his head says good job and Mr. Pierro says okay and smiles at him and-
And maybe she'll help him, the voice. Maybe he's not a bad person after all, and he just needed her.
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