Voices.
She tried to keep it out of her mind but they are already screaming. They're back. The voices are back.
You're a good-for-nothing brat! It's just fine if you die! Die! Die! You worthless piece of shit!
She covered her both ears using the palm of her hands and closed her eyes shut. She wants to cry for help but no one's there to lend her a hand. "Please, stop. Please, please, please," she murmured desperately.
It's all your fault for having a disastrous life like this. Just kill yourself, damn it!
"Please, shut up."
She couldn't do anything. They are already winning. The voices inside her head are winning.
When she was a kid, her parents were killed. She was left alone. She has no one but herself... and because of loneliness, those voices are created. She has no one to talk to... no one. She grew up hating herself for doing nothing. So, she stood up and tried and tried. She desperately pursued her path she wasn't aware of. She tried to look forward and have a new life. She succeeded, and the voices were gone, because, she's not alone anymore. Those voices are buried deep inside her mind. She was happy for being free of those voices but because of depression, the voices are once again... back.
She lost her job. She lost her friends. She lost everything. There's no meaning anymore. She'd rather die than to live like this. She couldn't take it anymore. Death is the only way she could free herself from those voices the monster inside of her head had created.
The voices laughed mockingly. It was vague at first but it grew louder and louder... and even louder. She screamed but she couldn't hear her own voice anymore.
Yeah, that's right! Die! Kill yourself! You're a failure! A coward! A frail little girl who loves being saved! Just die!
Her entire body trembled. She's fighting these voices for hours now. She remembered everything in her past she does not want to remember. She's losing control. She feels so small. Why does she need to exist, when everything would turn out this way? What's her reason for surviving, and die trying? She does not want this life anymore. For years and years, she's been battling with herself... with those voices. She's exhausted... extremely drained.
Dear...
She froze.
It's different from those other voices that are bringing her down. It sounded so gentle... so kind. She paid attention to what the faint voice is trying to tell her. She ignored the other voices but focused on that one voice that sounded different.
Everything's going to be fine. Don't lose hope, my dear.
Tears stung her eyes. It's her own voice. She's hearing her own voice. That's right. Why is she listening to the voices the monster has created when she has her own voice? Why is she isolating herself, letting the unknown voices win?
The voices keep on laughing... keep on teasing... keep on discouraging her. But, as she slowly stand into her feet, the voices faded.
The voices fade because she came to a realization that she's still alive; she's still breathing; she still have a chance to start again. If she keeps on listening to her own voice and ignoring the other down-heartening voices in her head, she could stand against the odds.
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So, I'll explain things up. This short story is somewhat complicated because she created the voices and that one voice which helped her stand again is her own voice. Maybe, you might be asking, "Those voices are hers, too, right? Then why is that one voice different from the other voices?" Uhm, let's think about it this way. The voices which ruined her are her negative outlook on everything. The voices are created by her, of course, and as you can see in the story, the voices somewhat dominated her whole mind. But that,one voice there, that is the whisper of her heart. That one voice changed everything and it was her choice if she will listen to the negative or the positive one. And she chose to stand up to her feet again. Meaning, she listened to that lone voice; she believed to that lone voice. So, yeah. I wrote this because... I dunno. There are so many reasons but I do not kno which. :3 Anyways, yeah.
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RandomHave you ever felt the urge to write something but your thoughts are so messed up like an unfinished jigsaw puzzle and you couldn't see the point clearly? Yeah, I've always felt that. But, I'm gonna write anyway. This book is my escape. I'll escape...