Dustin stood up slowly, his head was aching. Whenever these voices would come he would haft to leave his foster home. The kids in his foster home thought he was weird. He would haft to move foster homes a lot because the family would not feel safe with him there. He rubbed his neck and staggered back a little. "When will this stop?" He thought to himself. He continued his way back to the foster home. As he was walking he would pick up a rock and chunk it watching it skip down the road. As he arrived the voices seemed to tell him to not go in there that there was something bad. He ignored them and opened the door to the tiny 3 bedroom house. He walked to the coat rack and hung his jacket up. He suddenly glanced over to the clock. It's 2:00 a.m. already?" He thought to himself. The sound of footsteps came about it was the little Yorker he had bought at the pound. He rubbed his head then headed to his room.
He grabbed his pajamas and slowly put them on. The voices were returning slowly. Tears ran down his face. Whatever it was he wanted it to leave him alone for good. The voices go louder and louder. "Stop" He screamed. He pain his head made him drop to his knees causing a loud sound. He sunk his nails in to his head. A sound of a door opening then a minute later his foster mom was in there. "What's happening" She asked. Dustin's eyes went in the back of his head. "Get out of here" he demanded.
