The little Girl in the Over-sized Shirt

I can hear things. Voices whispering. Too quiet to make out what they are saying clearly. I hear crying but see no one. How can this be? If one is to see and hear, but really cannot see, how are they to really trust anyone? I isolate myself from people, but the voices only get clearer. Why won't they go away?! What's wrong with me? What are they saying? I thought I was going insane, for I had asked many times where these voices were coming from, all I got were concerned looks and whispers behind my back. I started having strange thoughts. So I decided to accept the fact that the voices had invaded my head and now, I sit in silence; alone; never talking to anyone for weeks. Not that I really talked to a lot of people. No one really notices anyways. I couldn't sleep for more than 3 hrs a night. They wouldn't let me. I realized right then and there that I was all but alone.

 

An image appears in my room. It looks like 2 people. A little girl, maybe 9, stands at a sink in an over-sized shirt. She is washing the mountain of dishes on the counters. A mom, maybe, sitting down. But you could tell she wasn’t happy at all. She's gone, I can’t see anything now except my bed and wall.

 

I go outside and watch the little kids play soccer and play hopscotch in the rundown streets. That's where I heard it, clear as day, and loud. A scream. I jumped up looking to see if one of the kids had gotten hurt, but they didn't seem to notice anything. Again, I hear a scream, louder and longer. Again, no one flinched a look see. This time the scream was repetitive. I ran around yelling out to the owner of the lost scream, 'Hello?.... Where are you?.... I'm coming for you!... Hello?...' No on answered. I stopped ruining and looked around with my hand on my head preventing my hair from covering my face. Then, like someone said the magic words, the screams had stopped.

 

I went inside and cleaned up my room a little before I made dinner. It has been 2 hrs sense I heard the screams last. It's 8 pm and is already dark. I went to prepare dinner but got yelled at for being too slow. As I served the meal, my hands started to shake causing me to drop a glass, sending thousands of skin piercing shards along the ground, forever getting lost. All I could feel was the sting left from 5 figures along my cheek. They left black and blue marks across my face. Again, another slam across the other side. I was left to clean and go to bed. It was nearly 1:30 am when I woke. I turned on my T.V to see if I could get another hr our two before the voices woke me up. BREAKING NEWS!!! Was on the screen. '9 year old killed my abusive mother' I covered my mouth in shock. As I listened to the story, turns out a 9 year old little girl fell asleep at the sink from cleaning all day and her mom got mad and decided to wake her up by beating her. The girl let you screams and cries, then stopped. The neighbors heard them and called for help. When they arrived at the home, they found a little girl in an over-sized shirt laying on the ground left for nothing but silence forever. I heard you... I saw you. Was all I could think of. Voices invaded my head once again. This time, this time it was worse. I felt like my head was expanding. My head hurt so badly. I went in the bathroom and removed the white lid from the container. The green pieces lay in my hand as if I were frozen. I went to lay back down, after a long while, the voices stopped. I no longer heard them.

 

I woke up only to find myself in a strange place. I had no memory of coming here. I looked around and saw people everywhere, different ages. I walked up to a small group of people to ask where I was and how I got here. Before I could say anything, someone announced “She’s awake!" another, "Everything is fine, you are safe now" that was all the little girl in the over-sized shirt had said.

Author's Note

I wrote this about a year ago. Just never put it out like this.