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The Voice

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After a while Liza got me to believe it was all a dream, and now that I think about it, it wasn’t that terrifying. It wasn’t terrifying at all really. What really made me scared was the feeling it gave off. The familiarity. The strange belonging, and of course… the feeling of my mom. It just creeped me out really. The feelings were so strong. But yet again, it was just a dream. A very realistic feeling dream but a dream all the same.

That night Liza watched about 6 hours of Doctor Who and I just sat alone in the side of the room with a blanket over my body with my laptop on my lap. So far I had three emails from my dad, a picture of a cowboy from Niall and a couple of videos from YouTube. Since I was not in the mood for all that chizz I decided to watch some YouTube videos. There wasn’t anything special, just a couple of parodies, and skits. Just to make me laugh. Like most of my life, half was American and the other half was British.

In the middle of an amazingly dirty yet hilarious Shane Dawson video, I heard it. It was the strangest thing, I had not heard that voice in two years, but there it was. Like it never left. It sounded a little more mature, but nothing had changed. “I know it’s hard to understand, all this happening without warning, but you will get used to it. Everything happens for a reason.”

I didn’t react to the voice. I didn’t want to react to the voice. It was back, what could I do?

The voice, could be easily be mistaken for my conscience. But it wasn’t. For one thing it wasn’t my voice, and another thing, a conscience probably won’t tell a thirteen year old to “beat the shit out of that asshole.” Unless all I heard about consciences were wrong. Then yeah, it would be the perfect conscience.

I tried to act cool but my heart was racing and I felt like grabbing on to something and just screaming. What was happening? Was I going crazy? Was I ever truly sane? The voice laughed, a little giggle like I was the silliest thing it/she had ever heard. “Of course you aren’t crazy. You’re just a golden. The best of the Golden.”

What is happening? Why is this happening to me? “Why don’t you explain that you idiot?!” Liza turned her head swiftly in my direction.

“What?”

I stared at her with a blank look. “I didn’t say anything.” I said using the great acting skills thought to me by none other than Liza herself.

“Girl, don’t try that with me.” She said with a knowingly. “You know I got a masters in psychology, remember that one play about the child psychologist?”

Oh yeah. She actually did have that masters in psychology, I don’t how she got it, but you know, she knows some people who know other people... I didn’t want to ask, I was kind of scared of the answer. If you personally knew Liza, trust me. You would be scared of the answer too.

“Honey, under the law I am not allowed to use my skills on anyone… stupid prime minister…but I am allowed to tell you this. Raven dear, get a therapist. A good one. And get one quick.” She said very seriously.

If there is one thing I know about the world, is that if Eliza Chyna Danielle told you needed mental help. It means you need mental help. And even though I really hated the idea, I knew who just to get.