Voices

 

Carefully she pulled her knees up to her chest, wrapped her arms so tightly around her legs that her arms started to ache. She didn't care; there was so much she didn't care about anymore. She found herself slowly rocking her body from side to side, no one else was there to comfort her and this was the best she could do. The constant empty feeling inside held, pulled her away from happiness gradually each day. Like a disease spreading through her covering her heart into the never-ending darkness now flowing through her veins. Her life not worth living, herself not worth loving.

Her life had fallen apart, she was on her own, she was all alone. All of the memories she had tried to forget, all of the voices she had wish she never heard. They all began to creep up on her, so slyly until it was too late to stop them.

The voices swarming her head, it was too much... too much for her to handle. Forever the only voices she could ever hear, the closest to friends that she had ever come to. The voices that she had created for herself so she wouldn't be lonely, they slowly mutated into monsters that only thrived off of her deepest fears. They knew everything and used it against her, visited her in her sleep, whenever she was alone...but she always felt alone. She couldn't hold the pressure in any longer, she couldn't.

Tears erupted out of her eyes as she screamed for everyone she had never lost, her claw like hands scrapped and ripped at her face again and again from desperation, leaving scars as reminders of the war she had been fighting her whole life. Her body was rocking back and forth steadily picking up speed as the voices anger grew and grew. The voices wouldn't stop, they wouldn't stop. She screamed at the top of her voice her hands grabbing at her hair, ferociously yanking it out of her head. Her almost bald head, that was once filled with bouncy brown hair... they had not only taken her beauty but her mind and soul... all of her emotions and thoughts now and will always rely on them because the voices just wouldn't stop, they wont stop; they swarm around her attacking from every angle again and again. 

She screamed a final time and all the voices suddenly disappeared, like birds in mid-air who had suddenly lost their wings. Some would think they were gone for the night but she knew, she knew them too well. Whimpering she curled herself into a ball tears still angrily crawling down her face, as she cried, she longed hopelessly for the voices to return. 

 

 

 

Author's Note

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Reviews

[dicey jones]

it's gonna be a battle of Q&A's after reading this...
"What's gonna happen to her?"
"What were the voices?"
"Why did she hate the Voices?'
We go to know... Safe to say most of us aren't good predictors

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hahaha thankyou

[~*~Peace Keeper~*~]

hmm It is rather short, you described well how she felt but leaves the reader wondering why she is going crazy and if she is going to die this way or find a way out of it.

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I have tried to add more detail and I think I gave more away this time but I don't know if I've improved it or not. Thanks for the comments