Now I don't know really how to begin. My life is so crazy already. The memories are fading. But there are the memories that I need to piece together. Remember who I am or who I was. I never really thought I was normal. I would never cry or get hurt. My mom took me to multiple doctors but couldn't find anything wrong with me. Then she thought I was mentally unstable. This is because I would spend countless nights talking to the ceiling and countless days screaming until my voice faded. When I was seven the voices started. They would tell me to do horrible things. Killing people mostly. I wouldn't listen. I couldn't. This wasn't me and I knew it. But they didn't know that I was just their weird little son. That made me angry. Very angry.
Hey guys so I know this is short and possibly confusing. As the story progresses you'll understand. No this is not a Creepypasta or horror. I would like to think it's more thriller or Syfi. Please keep hate somewhat reasonable. I know I'll have it sense this is my first story. I plan on writing this story every Wednesday, Saturday, and Sunday. I might me late considering I have another wattpad; @DonniexWinter20000
