Author's Note: Sorry this is so short! (Wait, Nina, who are you even apologizing to?)
Life as a child was pretty decent. I was that one kid nobody wanted to be partners with, the one kid that ate alone at the deserted lunch table, I was that one kid with no friends—wait, I did have friends. The voices—how could I have forgotten the voices?! They have been my friends ever since I could remember. I just could never see what they looked like. All I could do was make assumptions, but I didn't really care. They were truly my friends, they helped me through the various deaths of relatives I haven't even met before, they helped cheer me up on the days I was down, but best of all: They never failed to tell me where the best victims hid.
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The Voices
Horror*Contains aspects of mental disorders, contains some violent and/or brutal scenes* A 9-year-old seems to be struggling with a mental illness to other people-she hears voices. But to her, she doesn't have a mental disorder, not at all. To her, she be...
