Shot of Silence

Chapter 30: Rude Awakening

"Shut up...!" In a moment of desperation, He stabbed the knife at the cutting board, hard enough to make a crack in the piece of wood while barely missing his own hand. Grabbing a fistful of his hair, he slowly slouched down, coughing softly as he only felt even worse due to the additional stress.

For a moment, the world fell away, leaving Heath alone with his pain and his guilt. But as the fog cleared, he felt a strange sense of clarity wash over him, a newfound resolve born from the depths of his despair.

The fallen royalty wasn't a foreigner to this kind of situation. He had his own portion of panic attacks and breakdowns in the past. After all, The promised crown he was destined to own is heavy on his back before it even officially his. So yeah, voices are normal.

Screams of those he killed, shouts of his enemy, dying words of his family. Those voices never really left him, and he knows that they would only get worse as he goes on. That being said, however, it has never been thi