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17 || The Voice's Made Me

song: ride by lana del rey

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aurora moretto

Matteo sleeps soundly next to me.

His arm wrapped around my waist and his head rests on my chest while I stare at the black figure standing at the foot of the bed.

I've been lying to everyone for days. Telling them that I'm okay, I haven't seen anything since but in reality, it's everywhere I go.

Always there. Always watching.

Everything was going so good. I finally saw hope for myself. Hope for a happy life.

If I tell Matteo the truth it could jeopardize everything.

The last thing I need is for him to think I'm fucking crazy. So I lie.

I never thought I'd relate to Lana Del Rey so hard when she said "I'm tired of feeling like I'm fucking crazy."

At this point I'm just waiting for this demon ghost thing to kill me. It would be doing me a favor.

It's so aggravating not knowing what the fuck is wrong with me. I got tested for schizophrenia, poison, drugs all that shit and it all came out negative.

I flip off the black figure and mouth "fuck you".

Matteo stirs and groans. "Why aren't you sleeping?" he rasps out.

I don't answer. He sits up and rubs his eyes. He's facing the black figure and hasn't said anything.

He doesn't see it.

I knew that. I knew that he couldn't see them. I knew that he couldn't see them but I'm still disappointed.

He doesn't see it. He doesn't see it. He doesn't see it. He doesn't see it. He doesn't see it. He doesn't see it.

I'm going crazy.

I'm not going crazy.

I'm not going crazy.

I'm not going crazy.

I̶'̶m̶ ̶n̶o̶t̶ ̶g̶o̶i̶n̶g̶ ̶c̶r̶a̶z̶y̶.

I fly out of bed, feeling suffocated. I put a hand over my mouth trying to calm down but it's hard when my mind is screaming.

"Aurora?" Matteo's alarmed voice sounds a thousand miles away even though he's a few feet away for me. "Baby, what's wrong?" I feel him approach me.

"Nothing," I say in a shaky voice. "Nothing's wrong."

L̶i̶a̶r̶. L̶i̶a̶r̶. L̶i̶a̶r̶. L̶i̶a̶r̶. L̶i̶a̶r̶. L̶i̶a̶r̶. L̶i̶a̶r̶. L̶i̶a̶r̶. L̶i̶a̶r̶. L̶i̶a̶r̶. L̶i̶a̶r̶. L̶i̶a̶r̶. L̶i̶a̶r̶. L̶i̶a̶r̶. L̶i̶a̶r̶. L̶i̶a̶r̶. L̶i̶a̶r̶. L̶i̶a̶r̶. L̶i̶a̶r̶. L̶i̶a̶r̶. L̶i̶a̶r̶.

"Please stop," I break out in sobs.

My legs give out but Matteo catches me before my body meets the ground.

His voice is so far away I can't make out what he's saying. My chin rests on his shoulder as he holds me on the ground.

My eyes meet the black figure that's still standing on at the foot of the bed. "Goodnight." It says.

Then everything quiets then goes black.

You're not going crazy.

No, You're already crazy.