Four Vexatious Voices (PTX FANFIC)

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"Stop that! It's not funny!" I yell at a friend of mine who keeps whispering, their breath tickling my ear.

"Pff. Come on you are literally the cutest thing on the Earth when you laugh." Blue says as it continuously whispers into my ear, then progresses into simple blowing.

I sit on my bed facing the wall, continuously running my hands through my hair as I laugh, but I am obviously agitated which is something  they can't see.

"Hm someone's annoyed. I would be too." Pink speaks, as it leaves an itching sensation on the left side of my head causing me to scratch furiously.

"Now you are annoying me Pink. Go away, go away now! Can't handle both of you at once." I yell at the top of my lungs causing my father to burst in on me.

"Mitch? What's wrong." He walks in a rush, sitting beside me causing my bed to sink a bit I look at him, confused.

I shake my head vigorously as the answer, not bothering to turn my head towards him. I tap my foot anxiously.

"Bothered. Tell him to go away." Black growls quietly. I let out a squeal and begin to dig in my ear unconsciously. My head began to bob, then it stops. It's Black's fault.

"Go away. Go away;" I pause suddenly. I shoot up from my spot, marching from my bed to my bathroom, which was for me and me only.

"For all of us, actually. We all share this small, crammed room. So please, somehow make a change." Yellow suggested.

My father took off right after me, as if I were in serious danger. I looked exhausted, my under eye already fairly natural sized. My hair was thrown to every each side and direction that was possibly imaginable. My posture; slightly slouched and ugly. I straightened but twitched lightly at the uneasy feeling of my own father's touch. He looks at me from behind the mirror, moving his hand slightly from on my shoulder. He smiles at me through our reflection, I do not return a smile back though, the feeling far from mutual.

"Don't let him touch you, do you want him to touch you?" Pink fusses, it's abnormal aroma brushing against my cheek ever so lightly. My hand goes straight to my cheek, causing me to slap myself.

"Jesus," My father says, removing my hand from my own face, bringing it down to my side, though I did fight his hand off of mine. I don't like it when he touches me, or anyone for that matter. He knows this but continues to do this.

"Ignorance is a curse, Mitchell." Blue points out as my father takes my clothes from in my room, which I gave him no leeway to do, he does this every time. Black continues to mumble and combust over things such as this and my father knows this and it's getting quite annoying.

He places the clothes on my sink and pats the folded pile four times I think. I wouldn't know. Was it four times?

"Yes. Four point... 432 times." Blue calculates, it began to count the threading of the the shirt which sat on top of the pile. It was a sloppy fold, but I or Pink didn't care, so it was completely acceptable.

"Get dressed, you have an appointment. Your mother will be there." He smiles half heartly, his eyes began to water.

"Cry, but who or what for." I whispered, repeating Yellow's words. I sighed. My hand grasp the clothing with my own full mind not being in control. I smirked, thinking about the quote after a silence was met with the air.

"Okay. Get dressed, Mitch."

"Okay," I respond guiding him out and pushing the door. Automatically I leaned my back towards the door and slid down with much relief. I held my hand to my chest, the shirt given to me to wear crumpled like a piece of paper.