The voices

Prologe

Innocents POV:
They say I did it. But I didn't! At least I don't think I did. I awoke this morning to her screams for help. They played over and over in my head, like my song of sorrow stuck on replay. Her face haunts my dreams. Her shiny black hair, pinkish cheeks, and her eyes. Oh hereyes. How could I forget those eyes? They states at me, as to ask me for help as the knife slowly and painfully slices her soft face in two. These dreams have been continued since December 12, 1998. They day she died. The day he was murdered. They keep saying it was me! But it wasn't! But on the other hand how could I keep having these dreams? I remember looking out the window and seeing the trace of blood on the snow outside. I can barely see where it leads. It leads to the shed. All I remember was asking myself "could it really have been me? No it couldn't have been! I don't even remember. What's going on? What also I do? Help!". I've always wanted to leave this terrible place... I just, couldn't. Something has seemed to be stopping me every time. Like, another part of me that I can't control.

The other sides (the side of me that is uncontrollable, it seems to have a mind of its own) POV:
I feel her soft, silky, hair on my face as she struggles to get lose from my grip. She has hit me a few times, but I've gotten her back for that. Now sbe bleeds from her nose and is leaving a trail. I forcefully open the door to the shed. I can feel the vibrations, from hitting the door off the wall, through my fingertips. She has made me very angry. I slam her frail body, which seems oddly small all of a sudden it seems almost weightless, body on the metal table. She lets out a faint squeal.
"I know Anni.... I know. And there is nothing you need to worry about, you won't feel a thing, for to long at least" I let out an oddly evil laugh. It felt good.
Then before she let the scream exit her mouth I stuffed a white bandanna into her mouth. So now her screams of pain with be muffled. I walk over to the wall that holds my knife collection. I have collected quite a few over my time. I grabbed the second largest from the end and I slowly walk over to the pale little girl. Her eyes widen as I slowly get closer to her body, letting the tension rise. Then it is over befor" I can even enjoy what I'm doing. Her blood is looking through my fingers onto the floor. It's warm and had a strong smell of iron. As I remove the blood soaked bandanna, sbe lets out her last and final sound. A scream of terror and pain. A sound I will always remember.

Innocents POV:
I see the body of the girl still in my shed and it brings back the memory of her blood on my hands, and how good it felt. Like this was meant to happen. And that was the moment I realized that I WAS the animal that killed that poor girl. I WAS the monster the voices in my head are talking about. First I was hit with pure terror. Then a large smile crept across my face from ear to ear. This was the day I choose to follow my fate. To murder.

AUTHORS NOTE: hey guys... So this is my first story.... Please comment what you think! I'm curious on what you guys think about it! And I'm open to suggestions! Hope to hear from you!