I have voices in my head. They tell me what to do sometimes, and sometimes make me do what they want.
They never leave me alone.
They're in my mind all the time, and I don't think they ever plan to leave. I see some of their dark figures sometimes, a blob of swirling, pitch-black mass; like a black hole, sucking in everything, devouring anything they desire. They're nice sometimes, but then they quickly turn mean and manipulative. I don't like it when they do that.
Zia and her dog I hate most. They're not as nice as Malene. The dog is called Pitcher, a huge bulldog, constantly growling, and pitch-black. And he bites. Unlike the other figures, he has a clear shape when he shows up beside Malene, Zia's sister. Malene is very kind, she's nothing like her older sister. Even though she's nice, it's in a bad way. Don't know what I'm talking about? She says things like, "Just punch yourself there. No, no, it's fine. It won't hurt. Trust me on this, Chermaine,"
Zia is the worst. Commanding and manipulative. She doesn't have a figure, but her booming and razor sharp voice make up for it, cutting through my mind all the time with a blade sharper than a condescending headmistress's voice. If she had a figure, I imagine it would be made out of tar, darker and even blacker than Pitcher's shape. She's the-
Talking about me, dear?
Oh no.
