Mistakes

Mistake #2: Talking to the Voice in My Head

Ok, so now I was hearing voices. That tops the chart on my I-Kinda-Knew-It-Might-Happen-But-Never-Actually-Believed-It-Would list. After having to deal with people like my dad, Tristian, and what happened a little before my 15th birthday, I guess a part of my mind always wondered how much more it could take, how much longer until I cracked. I had just hoped it wasn't going to happen until I was 80 years old and had had pleanty of time to live my life the way I wanted before someone noticed I'd lost it and sent me away with the people in the white suites. I had hoped I'd at least get to graduate.

I don't like school, and I don't care about it or any of the people there. But, like I said, I'd had many tutors and for a time I had worked really hard on learning. There was a time when I wanted to learn everything there was to learn and more. While I've stopped developing it, I still had that knowledge, and i had been hoping that graduation would be my time to show people that I'm not a stupid slacker. I'm a smart slacker that's better than any of their sorry asses. Then I heard the voice again.

Ok, deep breath, Iz. What were you just doing? You were hiking. You were hiking and th-

But I didn't stop to hear the rest. As soon as the voice said 'hiking' I had swiveled around to look back at the body. There was no breath and the skin color was the whitest shade of white. The white that said whatever had been there before was dead. As my brain was trying to figure out what had happened, the voice screeched out,  Oh, my God! Is that me? Am I dead? No, no, no, this CANNOT be happening!

I was getting tired of this. It was obvious now that the voice was coming from my mind. Now all I had to do was figure out why it was there in the first place. Who are you? I asked.

Oh my God, I'm hearing voices! My mangled body is on the ground and I'm hearing voices. If I'm dead, this doesn't seem like heaven. Maybe it's hell. But what did I ever do to deserve to go to hell? Oh my God, oh my God, oh my-

Alright, shut up already! I snapped at the voice inside my head. (FYI, I am aware of how strange that last sentence was.) Yes, you're dead. You were killed by a werewolf. I killed you. My question is, why are you in my head, and how the hell do I get you to leave!

Apparently this was too much to take in because the voice started crying. I doubt many people have ever had someone crying in their head, but let me tell you, it isn't fun. The sounds of watery confusion and fear reverberated through my head with every mental breath the voice took. It really made me want to smash my head into a tree. The theory behind that is that if I'm unconcious, maybe this lunatic crying wouldn't follow me there. Of course, I could hardly spend my life knocking myself unconcious, so I had to get the voice to stop crying or I really would go insane...if I hadn't already.

Would you stop crying! Who are you, and what are you doing in my head! Ok, so I know shouting at the end probably didn't help the situation, but honestly, I was beyond frustrated by that point. 

I-I-My name's Isabelle. An-An-And I don't know what I'm doing in your head. The voice - Isabelle - answered through her sobs. Suddenly it was as if a dam broke, and instead of releasing more tears, it released anger. Rage, actually. You killed me! How DARE you! What did I ever do to you, you sorry son of a-

How can you be dead if you're still in my head? I WISH you were dead, and six feet under but you know what? You're in my HEAD! So let's cool off a second before I commit suicide and we both end up dead! Maybe I shouldn't have lost my temper. Maybe if I hadn't lost my temper, Isabelle's first impression of me wouldn't have been so negative. And maybe that chicken flew the coop when I'd killed her, but still. My temper wasn't always a good thing and it tended to go against me in the grand scheme of life. Exibit A: