Voice part two

 

The first time I heard them I screamed.
"ALLEZ-VOUS EN!" I looked franticly around the apartment, trying to find the little trouble makers who had somehow gotten inside my head. They had to have gone by now, all that was left were tiny snickers in the darkness, one of a girls, and one of a boys. They were nasty snickers, the laughs the children in Grade School would direct towards me.
But I was also looking for the person who was screaming mercilessly. The woman was driving me mad as I went on my search for the little brats who were hiding in my apartment. WHERE ARE YOU!?
"Sortir!" The woman screamed. She was asking them to go out. Please, all three of you leave, I thought.
I looked under tables, chairs, beds; the two room one bath apartment didn't have anyone except me in it.
It was many hours into the night and early in the morning when I realized that the woman who was creaming was me.
And the person who had nearly destroyed the apartment was me.