There are few ways to silence the screams.

Bullets happen to be one of the more efficient methods.

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I haven't been drawing enough lately. Now I don't have the excuse of school. Soooo, this summer shall reap many paintings. And, more importantly, I intend to write my book this summer. I swear. No really, I will.

Anyhow, above is Daven, (or Vaden, depending on his mood) who has severe psychological... issues... and outlets them in less than wholesome ways. Since very young Daven suffered voices screaming in his head, a condition that would grow worse as the years went by. The only ways he could smother the cries, or atleast temporarily be deafened to them, was through drugs, sex, and often violence. It was in the midst of his worst crime, at barely twenty-six years old and on the threshold of his own death, that a new option was offered to him... *dun dun dun*