Authors Note: This is my first story, so apologies for any mistakes made grammar wise. Enjoy.

"No," Daniel trembled slightly. "No!" His eyes were wild and blood shot as he viciously pulled at his hair.

"Daniel, calm down."

"I can't be like him!"

A cold laugh echoed across the room; A bloodied, and haggard woman stared banefully at the two siblings.

"Try to deny it all you want, but a part of him is inside you. He ruins everything and everyone he comes in contact with. That brat was the bane of my existence." Her eyes shone madly under the flickering lights in the basement. " He's ruined you now as well."

Daniel reared back as if he'd been slapped. His legs wobbled unsteadily underneath him as he slid onto his knees.

"Daniel, don't listen to her." Elizabeth laid a shaking hand on his shoulder, "She's just trying to get in your head."

His eyes stared blankly down at his blood soaked hands, causing him to realize he was unconsciously gripping onto a butchers knife hard enough that the handle was digging into the palm of his hand. A dark, lifeless chuckle bubbled up from his throat.

"No, she's right," He brought a hand up to his chest, and gripped his shirt tightly, "I can feel him gnawing away at me every night. He's tearing me apart."

Four weeks previously.

Daniel sighed as he slumped further into the leather couch. He was hoping if he ignored the doctor it would make time go by faster, or if he was lucky maybe he would get fed up with the silence and end the session early. Instead, the doctor stared back at him for the past fifteen minutes. The only sound in the room was the constant ticking of the clock, and the shuffling of papers on the doctor's desk. It was the most uncomfortable fifteen minutes he had ever experienced, and the unending stare from across the desk was slowly giving him the creeps.

"We can do this all day, Daniel, or we can try talking." Doctor Keller's lips twitched with amusement. He was used to the silent treatment from his patients.

Daniel sighed loudly and rolled his eyes, " Is this really necessary? Can't you just-" He shrugged his shoulders, and waved his hand in the air a few times. " I don't know. Can't you just tell, mom, that we had a heart to heart and everything is ok. She really has nothing to worry about. This is a waste of time. "

Doctor Keller chuckled softly as he rolled his chair closer to the couch. " You know I can't do that. Your mother appears to have some legitimate concerns."

"Pfft. She's concerned if I don't have a 'proper bowel movement' once a day."

Keller leaned back in mock horror. " You don't have a bowel movement once a day?"

A reluctant smile spread across Daniel's face. " If she asks I do, but between you and me I definitely need way more fiber in my diet."

"Tsk, tsk, Mr. Thompson, lying to your mother like that. "

"I know. I know. I'm just awful." Daniel laughed and ran a hand through his blonde hair. " Alright, Doc, what do you really want to talk about?"

Keller pulled a small notebook and pen off of his desk, and flipped it open. " Ready to get down to business then. Well, what do you think we need to talk about?"

He frowned, and squinted his eyes in frustration. "Honestly, she gets worked up over every little thing when it comes to me. It could be a whole list of crap she wants me to talk to you about."

He looked over a few notes in his notebook before clearing his throat. " It seems you have been withdrawn, prone to bouts of anger lately, and just overall you've had pretty drastic mood swings. All of this seemed to start happening, according to your mother, about three months after your surgery."

Daniel winced and shuffled nervously in his seat.

"No response to that?"

"I'm not sure what you want me to say"

Keller raised an eyebrow. " Why don't we start by talking about these mood swings of yours."

Daniel shrugged, and began playing with a hole in his jeans. "I've just been really tired lately. That's all."

"Have you not been sleeping well?"

"Not really."

Keller clicked his pen a couple times before writing in his notebook. "Are you having trouble falling asleep, or staying asleep?"

"Staying asleep," Daniel said, while picking at a hang nail on his thumb. "I've been having nightmares lately"

Keller studied Daniel's face intensely for a few seconds; noticing the dark purple bags lining his eyes, and how pale he was. He looked like the definition of exhausted. Daniel began fidgeting under the Doctor's scrutinizing gaze, and it was then Keller knew there was something he wasn't telling him, but he doubted Daniel would be upfront about whatever was bothering him. Even after two years of sessions he still seemed closed off about certain subjects.

"Would you like to discuss these nightmares you've been-"

"No."

"Discussing them may help you figure out what's causing them in the first place."

Green eyes suddenly snapped towards the Doctor; their intensity startling Keller. "I said no."