Short Stories (1)

Voices.

A/N-= I recently wrote this, I honestly have no idea why though, I just felt like it so there is no hidden message behind this story, but just know that if you've got to be honest with someone go for it, don't hold yourself and your opinion back even if it means hurting someone it's better for them to hear it from you than someone else.

''She just wants attention.''

''Gosh, no wonder no one likes her.''

''Why do you even hang out with that loser anyway?''

''Out of pity, besides my teacher had assigned me to hang out with her and show her around, it's not like I like her or anything.''

''Why would anyone like her?''

''She even turned against her best friend. . .''

Millions of voices flooded her mind, as thoughts and words clung onto her brain desperately; desperate to be heard and not dismissed. After all this time, she'd never had a clue that she was being used, bit-by-bit memories came back to her; the distances between her and the group, the whispers, and secrets along with the conclusions and finger-pointing that had she'd been accused of. . . after all this time why hadn't she seen it?

Her heart and head hurt as if a sign that this was going to leave her even more damaged, lost, and broken than she already was. Sighing, she allowed the tears to fall as the atmosphere grew colder and darker, leaving her to be the lonely figure in an empty street.

Rain washed over her as she got up, shivering and trembling as thoughts flooded her mind, voices filled her head, corrupting empty spaces while leaving her to be the one carrying the heavy burden.

Sighing she walked through the rain, just her and her thoughts with the occasional squish of her socks clashing against her shoes. Crossing the road she headed inside her house, closing the door on the voices and shadows lurking in the corners.