The Voices Inside My Head

In the Beginning was the Word

It had been a few weeks after talking to my dad, and I was finally feeling comfortable once more. Everything was right in my world, and I once again had normal, stressful, crazy dreams.

I had just returned from school and was taking the first hour back to relax. I got up from what I was doing to get some water. After I got the water, I sat back down and thought about my day at school.

The week went by fast and soon it was the weekend. I woke up late, about thirty minutes after eleven.

I sat down at the counter and greeted everyone with a sleepy "good morning."

I was eating my oatmeal and toast when I heard voices. I looked up startled yet curious to see where it had come from. One of my brothers was eating at the table and another one was talking to Penelope who was getting her own food ready. My mother was walking around the kitchen, straightening things as well as preparing for lunch.

"Did you guys hear that?" I asked.

Penelope shook her head. "No."

"Mom, did you hear that?"

Her answer was delayed. "What?"

"I heard a voice." I stated confuse to why I was the only one who heard it.

"I didn't say anything." defended Christian.

"Neither did I!" commented Gareth.

"It must have been in your mind." Penelope stated, making fun of me.

"I'm not crazy, Penelope."

"Girls, stop fighting." my mom commanded.

Feeling emotionally bruised, I finished my food and went to do my chores which was laundry this week. When lunch arrived, I heard the voice again but didn't say anything in fear of being ridiculed once more.

When dinner arrived, we all sat down at the table to eat. After singing the blessing, I got up to wash my hands. Even though I never said so, I was disgusted that my family didn't wash their hands before eating, so instead of washing my hands and then getting them dirty again from holding everyone's hands , I didn't wash my hands until after the blessing. When I sat down again, everyone was eating.

Penelope stood up, causing the table to shake. Her seat was pushed up right against the wall, and I never understood why she did not want to push the table out a little to give herself more room.

When she came back, I heard it again. It was like one word and it was different each time. I tried to decipher it but it was muffled.

"I heard it again!" I stated excitedly. "I keep hearing this voice. Listen!"

We were all silent and still but the voice did not return.

"I don't know what your hearing, dear." My mother said, breaking the silence while cutting into her food. Ugh, she did not believe me!

Penelope gave me a sly look from across the table, and I returned it with a glare.

"Don't look at your sister like that!" my mom demanded, spotting my look. I subconsciously sighed and continued to eat silently.