They don’t want you. You’re sick and dirty. You should kill yourself. I shook my head crying. The voices are back. I curled up on my bed. I covered my ears to block them out. “No! They love me.” I whimpered. I refuse to believe these voices.
All you do is mess everything up. Why are you so blind? You ran off, you left them. It’s your fault that you were raped by all those men. You’ll be doing everyone a favor by just dying. I started hitting on my head.
“Shut up, shut up, shut up! You don’t know me! Why are you here?” I cried. I heard the voice laugh in my head. I cried all night from the voice.
I called Mrs. Lucas after I had gotten ready for the day. “C-can we talk somewhere? Please.” I asked quietly. I got a couple of looks from the boys. I kept my head down.
I crossed my fingers hoping that she wouldn’t be busy. “Of course baby. Do you need me to pick you up?” She asked. I sniffled softly and avoided Ambrose. I hugged myself tightly. “Pl-please hurry, I’m at *****.” I said. She hung up and I placed my phone in my pocket. Ambrose stopped me at the door.
“Where are you going Harrison? What’s wrong?” He asked. I heard a car horn. I ran to Mrs. Lucas’ car. I got in the backseat. Ambrose spoke with her.
“I’m Harrison’s therapist. I’ll send his file to you.” Mrs. Lucas said. I wanted to curl into myself. I heard these voices all the time. But we are trying to find the right medicine to mute them. They go hand and hand with my depression and anxiety.
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The Butterfly Holograms
RomanceHarrison is different from the others. He can see butterfly holograms ever since he was a young boy. They would show up in front of the person. The holograms are like personal profiles of the person. He can see your family tree, academic rates, sexu...
