Shyanne {a Shyanne creepypasta origin.}

Home Sweet Hell

I walked inside the apartment-I feel weird even calling it mine, or "home".

"They must still be talking to the news crew," I said to myself.

"They are just playing it up, they don't care about you." I was shocked when I heard those words slip from my lips. The voice continued, despite my surprise, "Anthony probably cares more that Nora, she may be your mother, but face it. She is never there, and she never worries, she never cared. And she never will......" My eyes widened. I didn't say that, did I?

As if the voice had read my mind, it then said, "nope, you did not say that. I obviously did, I mean, duh."

"Wha-who are you?" I yelled, now scared.

"Little ole me? Why, I'm Shyanne."

"Where are you?"

"I'm in your head, I mean, it seemed self explanatory. But I guess not."

After she said that, the voice-or, well Shyanne went away, right as my mother and Anthony walked in the door. "Alex!" my mother exclaimed and ran over to me. "Alex? Who were you talking to?"

Before I could answer, Anthony smirked, "her imaginary friends, that is, if she even can find any of them."

I felt my hands clinch, but I kept my mouth closed. Then before I could say anything about that unnecessary question, my mom remembered how much of a fuss I had caused, and went off on me, "I can't believe you! Where the hell were you? Were you trying to give everyone a heart attack?"

I wish, I thought. "I was at a friend's house," I whispered.

"Like she has any!" Anthony laughed.

"Okay." Then she turned to Anthony, and they started yelling, Anthony didn't believe, Anthony should shut up, mom should shut up. I walked to my room to get away from the bickering. I closed and locked my door, then got in my closet. I curled up into a ball, then put in my headphones to block out the voices.

Home sweet hell.