the voices

In private

"Holaaa", Wade gave a brief sigh as he heard the other deadpool in his head start to yammer on. "What's for dinner?, I want to watch TV, where's logan?, can you here meeee?" Wade tried to ignore the other pools(yes plural) as best as he could, especially when around other. Someone talking to themselves would surely freak other people out.

"Heyyy, why won't you answer me", the other deadpool said as Wade ignored him. "Can you like stfu for one second", Wade said in an annoyed voice. "Oh oh, we should make pancakes!" Although being told to shut up he continued to yap. "After you made me catch the house on fire no way", Wade said, more annoyance in his tone. "Not everybody in this house is immortal you know, we can't just go around cuasing fires and other accidents." Wade getting angrier as he lectures the people in his head, thanking God that only one was awake, and not the other 3 as well. "Hey", oh no "whats up", stop "I want to fight people", fuck.

He just had to jinx it, and now all four were up and it was about be a long day. Thankfully Al was out at bingo, and Logan was on dome sort of a mission, and he didn't need me(ouch). It's already 6pm, Wade noticed. All the other pools, keep talking for hours, he wasn't sure when they would stop. They had to stop eventually, right? Wade thought to himself. "NOPE", he flinched as he heard one of the pools yell, right, he forgot they can hear his thoughts, considering their in his head. "Ugh", Wade sighed as he got up and made his way to the bathroom. He shut to door and was about to go, then all he heard was giggling. "Hahahaha" they all started laughing in unison, Wade's face looking confused and angry. "That's pretty small, huh", one of them whispered, making wade yell. "shut the fuck up!" His voice load and angry, as he stomped his way to the bedroom.

They aren't always as obnoxious, but they also aren't always as friendly. Sometimes they just make him mad on purpose, but other times they try to hurt him, physically or mentally. They try to make him do things or say thing, they aren't as harmless as they look, or sound I guess since ther in his head. Some days it's like their not even there, but then other days it's like he's being suffocated by them, not being able to move or breath. It's like having four bpds in your head all at one time. Their personality switch everyday, and he's afraid that he's gonna end up doing something stupid or hurting someone because of them.

"Goodnight wade", he flinched aggressively as he heard the soft voice of a woman. Not any woman, it was Vanessa. His Vanessa. "No" Wade said out loud, laying in his two person bed. "No", he said again. "It's not her, she's not here". His voice stern, he was not going to break that easily. "But honey I am here, I'm right next to you", the soft voice had a hint of sadness in it. "Stop it, stop it, no your not!" His voice rising. "I won't fall for that! Not again, not ever again!" He was now yelling, yelling at no one, because his room was empty except for him, no one else there. "Why are you acting like this sweetie" the female voice only got louder and sadder. "That's enough!" He screamed as he grabbed the spare knife from his night stand. "Vanessa is not here, she will never be here, she left!" Wade continued screaming as he quickly stabbed the knife through his head with a grunt. They went quiet, finally they stopped, they stopped along with everything else, as Wade felt his vision blurring and his ears ringing. Just because he was immortal didn't mean he couldn't feel it.

The slow and agonizing pain slipping into his head and down his body, becoming faster and faster. Feeling the warm red liquid trickle down his face onto his half lidded eyes and into his slightly opened mouth. As soon as he feels the blood drip on his chin onto his hand, his vision is gone and he falls back onto the bed, not even attempting to take the knife out of the side of his head. And finally sleep captures him.