Voices part one

Where are they coming from? Do you know?

 

H-hello? Is there anyone there?
Even that question sounded wrong to my own ears. I've spoken it out loud, said it in my head, screamed it, and sang it. But no one is ever here. No one is ever in this small apartment besides me.
I hear them. But I can't see them. I always hear them. In my head they call me. I bang my head to try and get them out. It hurts, but they won't-go-away.
LEAVE!
I scream it. It hurts my ears. People have complained of the young woman in apartment 27 screaming in the night.
I wake up sometimes, hearing them in my head. They're like little people who have somehow crawled inside and started a miniature town. Sometimes it's a woman's voice, sometimes a man, sometimes the voice of a very young girl or boy. Sometime they're together. Taunting me.
".. Ameilia...viennent à nous ... Ameilia ..."
That's when I start screaming. People talk to me on the street, saying that there's a young woman who is troubled in the third building and do I know her?
"Je n'ai aucune idée," I would laugh and look away quickly, as to hide my terrified face.
My dark curly hair is being ripped out one by one; it eases the voices to feel pain. It feels somewhat good, too.
Maman and Papa are coming more often now. Checking up on me even if they say they aren't. I see through them.
The voices just won't go away.