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The year was 1884, it was fall in London, England. I sat in front of my mirror, brushing my long curly brown hair. One of the maids came in to do my hair and help me get dressed. Today, October 12, is my 18th birthday. My father is throwing me a party to celebrate, but I couldn't care less. My father owns a toy and candy company, and that's why he's doing this, for business. Ever since my mother died ten years ago, he's ignored me. Before she died we were a happy family, but the night she died, everything changed. My mother wasn't normal, she claimed she could hear voices, and that night she set the house on fire to make the "voices stop", she burned to death in the house. Dad tried to save her, but he was too late. After her funeral, I started to hear the voices too. As the years went on, dad started to have less and less contact with me, the voices got worse, and I started to have horrible nightmares. I can finally say that I understand why my mom did what she did. I want to do it also. God help me.
It's currently nine o'clock at night, the party has been going on for about three hours now. I've been in the same corner of the dining hall since it started. My father is off talking to a business official, my best friend is on a business trip with his father. A couple of people have come up to me and wished me a happy birthday, but that's it. Standing here, watching people dancing, it gets very lonely. I wonder what song is playing, all I can hear are the voices. They're screaming, there are so many, I don't know what's what. All I do know is that they are saying disturbing things. My breathing is getting heavier and quicker. I look around me and head to the doors across the room. I push the doors open and run, that's all I can do at the moment.
The cold night breeze wraps around my body and sends a shiver throughout my body. My heavy footsteps crunched down on the leaves, my dress was getting caught on tree branches and bushes, my stockings are all ripped up from falling. Dirt covers the bottom of my dress, my heavy breathing could be heard from miles away. My hair, that has come undone, was everywhere, in my face and getting caught on trees. I feel like this forest will never end, there are trees, upon trees, upon trees. I don't know where I'm going, or where I'm at. If I wanted to get home, I wouldn't know how to get back there. The voice seems like they're getting louder and louder. I can't even hear the leaves crunch from under my feet anymore, I just want it to stop. And it does, as I trip and fall, it seems like time slows down. I lay there, motionless, on a dirty rock, covered in blood. The cold October breeze wrapping around me, the sound of leaves moving in the wind and the sound of owls in the night, was all I could hear. For once, in ten years, the voices stopped.
