I'm lying on the bed, the blue duvet wrinkled from my constant moving.
I grip my head in frustration.
Why won't they leave me alone?
I'm simply making you a better person.
That's not what they say.
They're wrong!
W-What?
They are lying to you, trying to get close to you, to let your guard down.
Right. You're right.
As always, listen to me and you'll never be strayed.
O-Okay.
I smile slightly both happiness, and out of fear. The voice has been here ever since she abandoned me. It welcomed itself, and soon others followed. Even when I tried to push them away they stayed, they help me.
Right?
....
"May I be excused?"
"You have five minutes. Make it quick."
I walk out of they classroom. My walk turns into a run when the class is out of sight.
My breathing is heaving from the pain in my head.
The pounding in my head gets worse as the voices get louder. The once hushed whispers now speaking in a jumbled mess.
It's too much.
When I get to the bathroom I slam the door behind me and lock it. No one can see me like this.
A sharp pain hits my head again so hard that it forces me onto my knees.
It won't stop.
It never does.
We're they right?
The voices gradually get louder and louder, that one voice standing out among the rest.
They're all yelling, screaming, speaking, whispering, a never ending jumble of words inside my head.
The voices soon start to fade, one by one.
Until all that's left is the one.
You'll never get rid of me.
I don't want you here.
I'm always here.
The voice goes silent, the only proof that it was there is the constant pounding of my heading and ringing in my ears.
I think to what they were saying.
They're always there, and always will be.
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Teen Fiction"I used to put myself to sleep at night by telling myself I'm strong for not picking up the razor, the pills, all the things said to take pain away. But now, I am weak." -Mallory Everett "I'm sorry. I'm sorry for all the things that hurt you, I'm s...
