Putting it Together

Stop

They keep talking, in my head. It gets louder and louder every time I try to ignore them, and they won't stop. All I want is some peace from them but those voices keep pressuring me to do things I don't want. My health teacher has talked to us about this stuff, pressure. He told us how it usually never goes away. People are always going to be pressuring you to do this and we're just going to have to not fold to them. But I never knew these people would be pressuring me to do things even when they weren't there to actually say it to me.

"Drink that. That shit is strong. Do it c'mon, do it."

I drank it, and the next day I drank even more of it. For the next three weeks that voice was in my head telling me to drink more, and more.

"C'mon your boyfriend did it, now it's your turn. Don't be a fucking pussy just do it."

I did it. I jumped off the roof into the pool nearly cracking my head open, but hey I did it.

"This shit is really good, you want some? C'mon this shit ain't cheap. Got it just for you and I to enjoy, just take a fucking shot. I have a clean one right here."

I didn't enjoy it, but after the fourth time I was loving it. Kept shooting it in my veins and I kept enjoying it a few months after that voice told me to do it.

Years have passed since the voices were telling me what to do, I can't believe that I'm still listening to them. I've drank so much I think my liver is going to explode, done so shooting up that I think my veins are covered with blue. Now this time I'm going to do one more jump. I drank a few bottles before, since the voice told me that I was going to need it. The voice also told me I shouldn't miss another shot, so I did a few in between each of the bottles.

"C'mon, this is our last jump. Remember the pool when we were younger? It's just like this one, but you just can't see the pool."

"Isn't it too high? Won't we miss it? I can't see shit! I don't want to do this."

"Just do it you fucking pussy."

"Don't call me a pussy, I can do anything and everything. I'm no fucking pussy."

"Then prove it to me, jump."

"I can't see the pool."

"Just jump. There is no pool. But there is going to be one once you jump."

"Why do you want me to jump first? I don't want to jump unless I see the fucking pool."

"Do it! How many fucking times do I have to tell you to jump?!"

"Let go of me you fucking doped up bitch. Stop touching me. Stop, let go of me you dick!"

"No, once you jump I'll stop."

The voice's hands were going in all directions on my body. I want the voice to stop. Make it stop, I don't want to be pushed around by the voice. The voice's hands were going in my shorts. Make it stop. Please. I don't want to be pushed around anymore.

"Stop, let go of me! Please I'll do anything just stop touching me! I don't like this let go of me please! No! Stop! Stop it please! Stop!"

"Stop screaming, you know you want it."

"No! Let go of me! Fucking dipshit! I don't want this! Let go! Agh!"

"It's either this or you jump, baby."

"STOP!"

The voice's poisoned lips went from my chest to my neck and onto my own. It's hands went from my hips to my chest and pushed on me. His eyes sunk into my soul and they laughed at me. The voice was growing smaller and smaller, until I couldn't see him anymore, I can't see anything anymore. All I see is black and all I feel is regret. I wish I would've stopped the voice sooner.