Let Me Sing You a Lullaby (old)

Part 1

It was 4am. The ambience was so quiet, that you could hear your own heart beating. Darkness had seeped through the window, from the night sky. The pale glowing moon shone through the star-filled night and although they were beautiful, shining in the night sky, they looked dull to Myra. Myra was like any other girl her age from first sight. Beautiful, long, slightly scruffy black hair, bright, slightly haunting, aqua blue eyes that could take away your soul if you stared into them too long, but slightly more pale skin than usual; it looked as if it were almost a ghostly white. With a second glance, you could easily catch that, once her hair was pulled away, she had constant dark circles under her eyes. It gave her face this sort of haunting feeling to it; it made people nervous as she looked slightly... Mad. Like she was a psychopath who stayed awake all night. This wasnt true, though. Well, part of it wasn't true. She wasnt a psychopath whatsoever. I mean, sure, she heard faint voices in her head repeating what people said and used to tease her about, but that wasn't something to be too worried about, in her opinion. Myra was restless at night. Sure, she would eventually fall asleep but she found great difficulty in doing so. Her mind was constantly filled with the words of cruelty that were said to her everyday, by both the bullies and the voices in her head. That's all she thought about. Mean words... They were said so much that they were repeated over and over and over and over again, like an old, broken record player. She laid awake, her thoughts surrounding her, like usual. Her eyes shining faintly through the dark. She stared blankly at the ceiling, feeling as if it was almost about to colapse. Depression lingered in the air, forcing her eyes to stay open, yet anxiety was trying to close them. Two forces contradicting, making her close to shutting her eyes and sleeping, but still open and unable to rest. 

"What's wrong, Myra?" A voice echoed inside her mind. 

She sighed deeply.

"You know what's wrong. I have to go to school tomorrow, and you have experienced how hard that is for me." She murmured, trying to stay quiet, not to wake her mother up.

She swore she heard footsteps around her house, but hastily blamed it on her imaginitive mind. Well, that or the medication.

"But most people are afraid of going to school normally. What makes you so different?" She heard the voice tune.

She didnt want to repeat the same reason again, but...

"Most kids pick on me for my singing. I just dont-" She started to say, slightly louder than before, but was cut off by her stutter.

She didn't stutter exceptionally bad, but it was enough to have difficulty talking.

"D-Dont understand why they all h-hate my singing so f-fucking much! They used t-to love it but now look at them! Teasing me everyday n-non stop because I grew confidence to s-sing infront of them!" She burst out, stuttering more.

Uncontrollable, hot, stinging tears started to roll down her cheeks slowly and softly. Her mother burst through the door suddenly.

"Myra! Fucking sleep already; It's 4am! You have school tomorrow!" Her mother shouted at the top of her voice, causing Myra to cower.

She didnt reply, but let her mother storm out of her room and back into hers. Myra changed her position to lay on her side uncomfortablly, wiping the tears away, while trying to shut her eyes too. She looked down at her slightly old, worn, wooden floorboard, and then to her frayed rug. She breathed out another frustrated, long sigh.

"How rude of her." echoed a voice, but different to the one she heard talking to her not long ago.

She attempted to ignore the voice, shutting her eyes fully, dismissing her aggitation. Not too long passed before she finally drifted off.

Morning dawned. She awoke, as all of her fears were awakened with her. She wiped her eyes and glanced at her bedside clock.

"6am." She groaned.

"Great, only two hours of sleep. Fantastic." She whispered to herself.

She lazily got out of bed and glanced outside of her window, her eyes skimming over the landscape outside. The bright morning sky, the shining sun, the lush green grass. She then imagined it to be hellish, picturing the sky as a twisting, tormenting spiral of black and red in the sky, the grass turned to raven black and splattered with blood, the sun disappearring and becoming non-existant. Everyone running in the streets in a state of panic. Although this was only her imagination, she could still almost feel what it would be like to live in that nightmare.

"Myra! Get ready!" Her mother yelled from her bedroom, screaming loudly so she could hear.

She looked away from her window and stood up, going to her closet. She opened it and instantly knew that this day was going to be long and would drag on forever...

When she arrived to form, everyone was silent.

"Well done, you are late again." A voice inside her head snickered at her.

She didn't reply, but instead went down to take a seat, but her form tutor called her over. She groaned quietly and went over to her.

"Myra. You're late again. You know what that means?" She asked.

"Yes..." She replied, slightly angry

"Lunchtime detention." They both said.

The form tutor found this funny and laughed quietly, before dismissing her.

She sat in her seat finally, and the people around her moved away slightly. She really didn't get why people were like this towards her. She was normal. Apart from...

"Why are they all moving away?" one voice whispered to her

"Because she's a loser. A bitch trying to have a good voice, but will always be bad at singing." Another said, this time echoing slightly.

She sighed softly and slumped in her chair, holding her head with her hands. She looked out of the big window on the wall to the right of her. She wished she could have a normal life. Be someone normal.

"You're not normal, Myra. You never will be..." One of the voices growled to her.

She could feel the pressure of everyone talking, whispering, and quietly laughing at her growing, especially with the voices adding on things. She felt as if her head was twisting and turning, and the walls were slowly moving in, and everyone's talking got louder.

She gripped her hair and whispered repeatedly "Shut up."

She gradually got louder, to about speaking level, but nobody could hear her. She paused and felt the ambience suddenly become overly crowded, and she heard the people all say things about her. She couldn't stand it.

"SHUT UP!" She yelled out at the top of her lungs to her class.

They all turned to stare at her in shock. Her form tutor sent her out immediately.