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Chapter 2-the voices

Maria's P.O.V.

I thought my life couldn't get any worse, but it did. The voices. I don't know where they came from or what they are but when I'm alone and stressed out or something they come. These voices come in the worst times. They come and start to say things to me. They call me a bitch, a whore, a slut, and worst of all, they call me a worthless piece of shit that needs to die.

When these voices come they stay for awhile, sometimes only an hour or sometimes as long as a day or too. They always say something like "Hey slut why are you still alive I thought you would have killed yourself by now." I hate the voices they make my suicidal thoughts worse and worse. I've gone to doctors and they say I'm not crazy and that there's nothing wrong with me. There has to be something wrong with me though, right?

I can tell right from wrong, real from fake, and truths from lies. I can tell what's sarcasm is and what's not and I understand everything. I'm not crazy I can tell you that much.

The voices, they're back. I want them to go away. I'm not prepared for them.

"Sup worthless piece of shit," says Kink

Yes I named the voices. It's not weird, it's just easier for me to tell people what voices I'm hearing.

"Oh the slut is still alive?" This is Stinger talking. Him and Kink aren't too bad they usually only stay for an hour. I just hope they're friends Duke and TD don't show up.

"Die slut die."

"Lets see the blood drip from your wrist whore"

"Cut that one vein and your gone forever bitch."

They are starting to invade my mind. All I can hear is them. I grab my knife. I go sit in my corner, the one with blood stains on the carpet and walls. There's a hole in the wall here too. That's where Jess punched the wall when he saw me laying unconscious from blood loss once, but that's a whole other story.

I sit, knife in hand, poised above my wrist. I place the knife on my wrist and press and swipe. The first signs of blood make me shiver. I hate it but love it all at the same time.

"That's right let's see some of the slut blood," Stinger yells. My head is starting to hurt. Real bad too.

I press the knife to my wrist more and more making more cuts over the scars. The sight of my own blood brings tears to my eyes. I count, nine, ten, eleven cuts so far. I still have the other wrist too. They won't leave till they're satisfied, till I'm satisfied.

"More bitch more," screams Kink.

I moan out in pain from my head ache that is getting worse and worse. I start to cry and cry and don't stop. I keep creating more and more cuts watching the blood drip to the floor. I move to the other wrist creating more and more cuts over the old ones.

I remember babysitting a little boy once. He saw some of the scars on my wrists. He asked, "Are you an Angel?"

"No," I answered softly.

He replied with, "My mommy always said that those who mark their wrists are angels who's lives here on earth are to hard for them and they just want to go home to heaven."

I smiled softly and said, "You're mom is very wise."

"She was an angel too you know, but she already returned home," said the little boy.

Thinking of this experience with my head pounding and Kink and Stinger screaming at me, I wish I could return home.

Jess's P.O.V.

I hear the moans and the cries, I know they are from Maria.

She does this every night, sits in the corner and cuts. That stupid corner with the blood stains and the hole in the wall.

I remember when everything first happened. I could hear her cries and screams. I ran to her room and tried to open her door. It was locked.

I banged on the door trying to get her to open it. I just kept screaming "Maria!" She never opened the door.

The cries and screams stopped, I could tell something was wrong. I ran to the kitchen and got the key to her room, and I ran.

As soon as I got to her room, I jammed the key in the lock and opened the door. There she was. Lying still on the floor. Unconscious.

She must have passed out from blood loss, I thought. I bet that jerk Allen told her to cut herself. And that's when I punched the wall.

I took her to the hospital and they gave her blood and said she was fine. But I know she's not fine and she never will be. That Allen kid ruined her.

He's gonna pay one of these days for hurting my baby sis.

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Author's note: I wonder what Jess's is planning, comment what you think!

"Hakuna Matata, it means no worries!"

-the lion king

Quote of the chapter :)

Ill update soon I promise.

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Aly