Paper Cranes

Chapter 1

"Do you know why you're here, Cecelia?"
The voices...
They're at it again...
Whispering...
With biting tongues...
Always watching...
"Cecelia?"
Hush, Mrs Thomson.
I'm trying to listen.
'Kick her'
'Hit her'
'Crush her into dust'
The voices compete among themselves.
My leg twitches, and I feel an itch in my arm.
'Hurry, Cecelia! Before she does it to you!'
"Cecelia?"
'Hurry, hurry! Before she pushes a needle into your flesh and makes you sleep'
I shudder at the thought.
Sleep meant nightmares.
And I do not like them.
I can see the needle at the corner of the table.
It is laughing at me.
It cannot wait to unleash the nightmares.
It cannot wait to watch them eat me alive.
And burn me.
And torture my soul.
"Cecelia? Are the voices here again?"
I can feel my mouth pulling into a smirk.
Oh Mrs Thomson...
They've always been here.
The voices push me, and I follow what they say.
Kick her.
Hit her.
Crush her into dust.
She is screaming.
Crying for help and begging for mercy.
I can feel blood flowing out from where my fingers nails dug into.
I scratch at her face and bite her arms.
I snatch the needle from the corner of the table and plunge it into her shoulder.
She freezes, and I see true fear in her eyes.
With one final heave, her eyes fall close.
My heart is hammering.
My mind is still foggy.
The voices are calling to me.
Showering me with praises and compliments.
It's always nice to hear them happy.
I can feel them wrapping their arms around me.
"You've done well, Cecelia."
And my eyes close.