I open the door and limp out my bright blonde hair covered in fresh and dry blood. I look back at the door it must be my house there's blood and entrails everywhere. The sight almost makes me hurl. I look up hearing police cars come up to our house. I look in the car window and gasp. My long blonde hair is gone replaced by this short mess covered in blood my outfit is a black shirt with a heart on it also covered, I have plain black jeans and boots on also. Out of the corner of my eye I see the familiar white figure with a black suit. The voices are congratulating me, I don't know why and I don't want to. I turn to where I saw the figure and begin running after it. Voices behind me command me to stop but I ignore, Until I feel something hit my back and I fall down facing the sky. It looks so pretty covered in bright white stars, The stars begin shining dimmer and dimmer until they're all gone.
I sit up, My head pounding and I look around. Where are they? Where am I what happened? I back up a bit until I feel the comforting cold wall. I sit in the corner and curl up feeling the voices come back. '' We're baaaack.'' They taunt, I jump up and run to the door and begin pounding in it, '' LET ME OUT I NEED TO GET THEM OUT GET THEM OUT...'' My legs soon crumple below me and I feel the warm tears streaming down my cheeks. '' It's no use, we're not leaving, We never will, You can't get rid of us Sarah.'' I look up and take a few deep breaths trying to ignore the voices as some scream out and others laugh. I need to find out where I am and how to get out. I run to a window and look out Cambridge Mental institute. Why am I here? I'm not insane. Am I? How could I be? What's wrong with me? I look back at the door the voices completely silent now thank god. I walk over to the bed and lay down. I have to get out I have get the voices out and then when my mind is clear I need to find that thing. Whatever it was this was its fault. And I will find out who and what it is and I will have my questions answered. I look out the window and see the light drain into darkness. I turn my head towards the door as a red haired nurse walks in.
'' Come with me Sarah.'' He says.
I walk after him into a small room with a couch and a doctor on a chair. I sit on the couch and think. This is my chance I'll just slide past him and out the door. He begins talking but I can't hear him over the sound of static and the voices screaming in my head.
'' KILL HIM SARAH DO IT DO IT DO IT DO IT DO IT DO IT!''
I jump up and scream at the voices and static to shut up.
'' SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP!.''
The doctor walks over and asks me to calm down and ignore the voices. I grab a fork lying on a stand and stab it into his neck. The voices disappear, but the static remains unfortunately. I grab the fork feeling immense satisfaction as I walk out of the door. The red head nurse gasps and presses a button making an alarm go off I stab him in the stomach and turn away. Darn now the alarm is blaring in my ears too. I run as fast as I can out the nearest window and feel myself drop down into some bushes it knocks the wind out of me. I get up and griping the fork I bolt for the woods. Dark it's so dark, Why so dark? I look up to see the same figure coming, I run at it but as I get close I fall down and drift into a sleep. When I wake up I am in a room with a mirror. I walk over to it and look in, I see me before everything, My bright blue eyes shining with excitement and happiness, My long blonde hair flowing in the wind. I look happy and healthy. The image fades away leaving what I look like now Short blonde hair, Dull blue eyes, My body is tall well tall for a twelve year old, I'm thin and boney and My skin is paller. I look sick. Above my left eyes is a symbol, The symbol is a x threw a circle. Weird and not normal. A few minutes later a staticy voice is heard in my head and the figure is in front of me the other voices are silent.
'' Sarah,'' It says '' You belong to me now, You work for me now.''
A few months later A man turns on his Tv and switches it to the news, Wondering if anything good was on. The Tv soon blurts out that there were murders all around his neighborhood and anyone in his neighborhood should beware and if they see anything or hear anything suspicious to call the police. He shrugs it off and laughs, No one was going to kill him he was a well known wealthy business man ain't nobody that stupid he thinks. He walks into his kitchen only to be tackled by a little girl around twelvish with short blonde hair dull blue eyes and a long bloodstained white dress. He screams for help only to be stopped by the sudden pain in his neck the little girl leans down and whispers into his ear her voice deep.
''Beware of the voices.'' She whispers. Before she walks away laughing.
The end.
You are free to draw Sarah or to ship Sarah with anyone and anything(Que for Sickly Sarah x Her fork), Just please don't call her yours are anything. If you have any questions comment them. I'm sorry if the story is bad or boring.-Obsidianmae.
