Voices

Chapter 2

          "Hmm." I groaned as I slammed the pen down the table, frustrated as much as you when you had to do about countless pages of homework.

          "Hmmmm." The pen miraculously made it back to my hand. Geez, just because I stayed back at home for a day trying to figure out why these... these voices exist in there. In my head.

          Oh, and did I forget to mention that I killed another three people within the month?

          Forget that, the voices came back. Actually, those were just probably my thoughts. The voices haven't been active for quite a while, so that was at least good. They had nothing to do with time, this I know. The second death was nine days after the first, the third a day after. Those, I was sure of.

          Oh, and they always ask to kill. I put down the pen again, a headache forming up. I went to the living room and slumped myself completely down the sofa, hoping to get a little rest. 

          Giving up on rest, I stood up and turned the television on.

          "The death of Diana Anderson-" 

          I turned the thing off, snapped my eyes shut and tried to forget everything that happened.

          "Kill me," she'd said. "It's a waste anyways, my life. Kill me." I was about to strangle her with a thick rope when Diana said that. Sounded normal the way I said it, huh? 

          "I have those voices too, you know. 'You are over,' they told me. I just can't believe you're going to be the killer, a student." She closed her eyes and put her hand across her neck, in a way that portrays 'die'.

          That was all. 

          That 

          was

          all.

          As much as I hoped.