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I'm home. Though it doesn't feel that way. Mother again, refuses to speak to me. The Whispers are telling me to break. Do I listen to them?
"break what?" I ask out loud. My mother hears me looking over, but remembering that I'm "the devil". She's called me that after the incident.
"break apart." they whisper louder. They're telling me to break, but not telling me what to break. It's infuriating.
"Shut up." I mutter, walking to my room.
shut up. shut the fuck up.
shut up.
"BE QUIET!!" I shout, falling to my knees on the bedroom floor as my vision clouds with smoke. It's never been that loud before.

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