Voices in my head (Michael clifford)

//five//

Today I went back to the same bridge.

I planned on sitting at the same ledge and listen to the same song until dark.

But someone was already there.

It was a girl with pastel lavender hair and I really liked it because it was almost the same color as my hair.

We didn't say anything at first but then she told me her name was anastasia.

She said that her mom and dad died when she was 12 and she had been living with her grandmother.

I told her about Kasie and how she killed herself.

I don't know why but I trusted her. I felt safe and that I could tell her anything.

I heard no voices that day.