I couldn't focus in class. They were taking over my mind.
Worthless.
He hates you.
You should kill yourself.
I close my eyes tightly.
When I open them, I scream. The room was bathed in blood. My teacher had rotting skin as he looked at me.
"(Y/n), please go wait in the hall," he says. I scramble out of my seat and run.
I don't wait in the hall. I run to your homeroom. Everyone I pass is bloody and rotting. I need you.
I don't bother knocking as I rush into your homeroom. You're teacher is angry, but you settle her down. You take me gently into the hall and ask what's wrong.
I tell you of the blood. That's when I realize: you're the only one who looks normal.
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Whispers In The Dark
FanfictionThe voices whisper horrible truths in my ears. I wish they would tell me a beautiful lie, just once. But no such luck. They're a part of me. And the one good thing I can say about myself: I've never been a liar. Short Form Started September 21, 2016
