A faint humming noise would begin to fill the room, and that's when I knew it was going to start; the voices. They always followed the humming. I often thought of how strange the humming was though. Though any humming at all was strange if it had no source.
One by one their voices would fill my head, shouting and screaming, sometimes whispering. This would go on for hours. I would begin pacing the room. Walking in circles. Begging them to just allow me a few precious moments of silence, that's all I wanted.
They would scream at me, telling me to get a gun or razors. Some part of my mind thought that if I followed their commands, they would go away. After I would retrieved a gun, they would get louder. Telling me to do horrible things, things I would never want to do. Tears would fill my eyes as I refused to do what they wanted, and they would laugh. I would scream at them again, begging them to stop, but they wouldn't.
They wouldn't stop until finally I would give in to their wishes. The cold metal would meet with the inside of my mouth, my throat. Tears would flood my eyes and stream down my cheeks, I would be shaking, my finger held tightly on the trigger. After a few seconds I would feel nothing, I would be engulfed in the silence I so desperately begged for.
