I know who I am supposed to be, but I don't know who I am. These voices aren't normal, but they are to me. I never thought my life would so hard at such a young age. While other girls my age are out partying and dating I am in my one room apartment with the door locked with music blaring, crying wishing the voices would stop. At school I try to blend in and pass for normal but I can't even pass for a loner.
I was fifteen when I ran away from home. They told me to. They told me that if I stayed my parents would kill me. I believed them. Now eighteen I am sitting on the floor of my apartment staring at my final eviction notice thinking that this is all my fault.
I never told anyone about the voices. I don't know how to go about it. Do I just randomly go up to some random person and tell them that I hear voices in my head and have been since I was twelve? If I do that they would most likely send me to the loony bin then tell everyone that I am crazy. I guess I could talk to the guidance counselor but I know that she would back to my parents. The last time she suggested that when my grades kept slipping the voices would chime in.
"They never loved you and never will."
"They will only try and kill you."
"If they don't kill you then they will lock you up in the loony bin.
They when on like this the whole way back to my apartment.
"SHUT UP! SHUT UP! SHUT UP!" grabbing my head after I slam my front door close.
"What? Don't you want our help? Where would you be without us?" they all said in unison.
"I do... I think... I don't know... I don't know what I want anymore." I cried.
