Voice of The Past (Completed)

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I was always a bit strange... But I used to have so many friends and so many more people that loved me in my life and I loved them all very much as well. They were the only thing I used to cherish, but then everything changed, a lot.
I was just sitting around listening to music the first time I felt it. First all it was, was a strange presence. I didn't pay it much attention. But after a while it got... somehow more powerful. I felt it more than ever before. It was kind of like a drug, although I've never tried any drugs before so I'm not sure. In the beginning I even wished it wasn't there. Although I haven't done that in a while. 

Even though I knew that it wouldn't stay with me forever the presence became my only companion, I pushed away everyone else. Even though I didn't fully want to it was all I could do, that's all it made me think I could do. Nothing else mattered much. Then one night it was gone. That night is still a frenzy. But the next morning my wrists and arms were covered in small gashes and cuts and there was broken glass all over my room. My mother was screaming and crying that day. She always overreacts. But the presence came back a month later.

Today though was an interesting day. First I must mention this small detail. My parents are always worried about me and my "problems" so we move around a lot and I never make any friends. Not that I need them. So a few days ago we moved to New York, for the second time.

I went to this stupid public school that I had gone to a few years back, but I didn't remember it one bit.

 It looked like they remembered me though because when I walked in I got looks from everyone. They all looked at me with broken eyes. I don't know what that means but that's what He says. He is what I call the presence that accompanies me everywhere. He speaks to me a lot. In my head at least. My parents think I'm crazy so I don't talk about He with them. He is not my friend. He is just something. Something that stays in my head.

So today I walked into the cheap classroom. The first thing I noticed when I walked in the room was the mold in every corner and accross the ceiling. Then the peeling paint. Like a molting animal. Disgusting. It's a horrible classroom. How can anyone survive even a day here? I've been in here for less than a minute and I can barely hold back the vomit. I sit down at my desk.

After a while of plain boredom my eyes uncontrollably end up wandering to this girl who seems to have no friends. She sees me looking at her and I think that makes her uncomfortable. I can't help but smile. A few moments later the teacher walks in. Grey haired fat mutt. I hope he dies – says He. I laugh a little

- Hm? – He looks at me and raises his eyebrow. His ugly eyes practically staring into my soul. That fat disgusting pig!

- Don't look at me. – I mumble.

- Speak up, miss... Um... Clark, yes. – He keeps staring at me even after I tell him not to. He is such a disgusting pig. I hate him. I hate him.

- Forget it. You don't deserve my attention. – I said, irritated. I won't waste energy on him.

- Excuse me? – He replies, sounding astounded. I stare at him, trying to make him feel uncomfortable. 

Then I look towards the window and just watch the birds. Flying around. Free. Hey – says He. What? There is something strange in the school. What does that mean? It means that you should be cautious. Huh? But He went silent after that.

Class ended. I slowly walked out of the classroom. Everyone is staring at me. Though I'm used to it, it's still a little unsettling. I bet they think I'm a monster. I give dirty looks to some of them. Then I go to my locker and put away my books, getting the ones i'll need for my next class. I start heading towards the classroom. I make a left turn. Ow! I bumped into something. I fell to the ground. That was a hard hit. I look up and see an ugly brown haired pig.

-Hey. Are you ok?- He asks and when I just stare up at him without saying anything he adds- Jeez. What a stupid girl. – He says teasingly and looks at me with what he'd consider a sly grin.

Did he just call me a "Stupid girl"? What's wrong with him? Hm... But his eyes are green like... Like a giant field. But he's still a jerk. I stand up quickly.

- Don't ever call me stupid! - I turn around swiftly and start walking away.

I can't believe this! No one has ever dared to call me stupid before! Not even as a fucking joke! I've had enough of this place. I burst out of the front door. Slowly walking down the stairs. One by one. I'm never coming back here again! I keep thinking over and over again.

Suddenly something grabs my hand. I turn around. There's another pig. An ugly blonde one. He looks serious. Who is he? I wish he would let go of my hand. But at the same time... his hand is so warm and... Comforting? What's going on? This person is different. What is different about him? No –says He. Stop it! Get away from him! Something stirs in my head, He seems frantic. Ugh! My head! I fall back. But the boy catches me. He stares at me. Urgh! My head! It hurts! It's so painful! Why? What's going on!? My head is going to explode! My body is burning. Everything goes black.

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Thank you for reading! I wrote this story about a year ago and decided to post it here hope you enjoyed!

The chapter picture is the main character (but she's usually wearing a grey sweatshirt).