Insane

Ok, this is my first attempt at writing a book. 

I know it's not going to be that good :/

Hopefully, you all enjoy it, though :)

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Chapter 1

Emily's POV

I feel my eyes closing as I grab the silky white sheets on my bed. No. I tell myself. I will not go to sleep. My face gets hot and tears form at my eyes as I think about the nightmares. And the voices. I can't escape the voices. They're always there. Always trying controlling me. I will not let them contol me. "You can't get away from us." one voice snarls, a hint of laughter in it's voice. A tear slowly slides down my face.  I sink back into my pillow as more voices join in "You can't escape!' They scream, joining into a chorus of laughter.

"Leave me alone!" I scream inbetween sobs. I hear my father's heavy footsteps running towards my room.

"Emily! Emily!' my father says, panic creeping into his voice."What's wrong?" he whispers as he wraps his arms around me.

"T-the voices." I stammer. "They're back" I sob uncontrollably. 

"Emily." He whispers pressing his forehead to mine. "Can you tell me about these voices."

I hesitate. Should I tell him? I let out another sob and whisper "Th-they talk to me." 

"They control me." I continue. "They tell me to do things I don't want to do.

A sharp crease appears across his forehead. 

"Gladyce' He yells, calling for my mother, "Gladyce get in here!"

My mother walks in rubbing her eyes. She runs up to me when she sees me sobbing.

"Emily what's wrong?" she asks in a paniced tone. 

My father pulls her away and whispers in her ear. Tears slip down her face. I feel guilt in my stomach. This is my fault. They wouldn't be crying if it weren't for me.

I feel a sensation of numbness pass over me. The voices are taking over I think sadly. 

"Kill her." A voice snarls. "Yes. Kill her." They all join in. They're dark scratchy voices echo in my head. I can't take it anymore. I let out a horrifyingly loud scream. "Leave me alone!' I scream. My sobbing shakes the bed. "I don't want to!" I scream. "Yes you do." a voice snarls.

My thoughts are now erased. All I can hear is the voices. I have lost all contol. I step out of bed, my footsteps shaky. I stagger up to my mother. She looks at me and I can see the worry in her face. I slowly raise up my hand and hit her left cheek. Hard. She falls to floor crying. The effect of what I have just done sinks in. I just slapped my mother. I think. I am a horrible person. 

"I'm sorry." I whisper. The voices are gone, I have done what they wanted me to do. They are gone, for now. Relief washes over me. I know they will be back tomorrow, but tonight I am fine.

"Emily." My father picks me up and cradles me in his arms. "This isn't your fault."

"Yes it is." I say inbetween sobs.

He kisses my forhead and I fall asleep in his arms.