Dim light, house, person. There's a gun in my hand. I look up. The person is Maddy, my girlfriend. I'm aiming at her head.
Run, run you idiot, I think. She just shakes her head and walks towards me.
Maddy, no. Get away!
"Go ahead, shoot me." Tears are streaming down my face. I can hear the gun clicking into place.
Please...run.
She hugs me, "It's okay, go ahead." My arm is shaking. There's massive pressure on it.
Maddy it's not me. It's trying to you kill YOU. She gets up and starts to run away from me. She's not gonna make it. DAMN IT! My finger's about to pull the trigger. She's looking at me now. With a silent roar and sheer force of will, the gun snaps to my head and I hear a gunshot.
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Voices
Non-FictionSebastian Rodriguez, a seemingly normal sixteen year old boy, has been lying his whole life to hide his depression. He starts to break down and and begins to be afraid of himself. The voices in his head are getting stronger every day. He has to pull...
