My book of horror stories

Till death we'll part

I sit in bed, taking all the abuse from the man in my head. The torture, the names, the feeling of all my hope being drained. I've tried mental help, and physical. I've even been through the pain of electric shock therapy. It never works though. I've tried to attempt suicide, as if the voices were hints, but my parents would always stop me somehow. It's as if they want me to live with the pain. As I'm writing this he's tormenting me. Repeating the same words as always. Till death we'll part.