voices - c.t.h.

one;

dread fills my mind as i wake up. of course i didn't fucking die. i open my eyes, and the sun blinds me immediately. i squint, and let my eyes adjust. i reopen my eyes and take in my surroundings. i'm not at home in my bed, but in a bleak, white hospital room. piper and peter are pacing around the room.

i move, making the machines beep, loudly. piper and peter turn around. they both turn around, with a relieved expression on their face.

"don't give me any bullshit about being relieved that i'm not dead." piper gasps, and storms out the room. peter doesn't bother to go after her like he normally does. he comes closer to me, taking a seat at my feet.

"joselyn, why didn't you say anything?" peter questions me, raising one of his perfect blonde eyebrows.

"you two never listen to me!" i yell, throwing my hands in the air, pulling iv's up with my arms.

"even if i would have muttered a word, you wouldn't of bothered watching me more intently. all you care about is your dumbass jobs." peter rolls his eyes and grabs my hands.

"josie - just i feel like the worst parent in the world." he mutters, looking down at his lap.

"i never even considered you or piper a parent. just merely someone i lived with and took me to the doctor." i say bluntly.

"wow, way to be blunt."

"was I not supposed to say that?"

"mo, it hurts people's feelings."

"maybe i'd know that if i had a parent to teach me." peter shakes his head.

"you have to pack your bags, you're going to a treatment center. it's down in sydney." a fucking treatment center, they have to be joking.

"you're joking, right?" i laugh, pushing my hair out of my eyes. peter chuckles and shakes his head.

"no, piper and i both agree need to go, plus the doctor's say you have to. noth for suicidal thoughts and your schizophrenia. we're driving you as soon as piper signs the papers to get you discharged." what the fuck. peter stands up off the bed, and checks his high tech iphone 5s.

piper throws the door open, obviously still angry at my smartass remark. a nurse scurries inside and quickly pulls out all the needles and bows out. peter hands me some clothes and I pull the black pants on, then drop the hospital gown. i take the tonight alive band shirt from him and pull it over my head, then braid my stick straight black hair. next, peter hands me my phone and smiles. i yank it from his grasp, then follow piper out the door. she digs her nails into my skin as i walk along side her.

"come on, bitch." she sneers at me, and i recoil away from her, hiding behind peter. she hates me for this. maybe next she'll kill me.

"piper." he says, scolding her. she turns around and scoffs at him.

"why did you even marry her?" i whisper, hoping she doesn't hear me.

"she was different." i walk faster, so i can walk alongside him.

"so, me being born changed her, right?" he stops for a minute before continuing to walk.

"you can tell me the truth."

"yes. she says she wished she put you up for adoption instead of keeping you. she wanted to just run away from the hospital and leave you." i feel a lump form in my throat and i stare at peter. he doesn't say anything else and i don't have the guts too.

"so mommy's little girl, is hated by her mother." an older girl, most likely my age, says. she's wearing an older looking hospital gown, which has blood on the chest. judging by no one flipping shit or staring i conclude she's not real. just a fragment of my schizophrenia's imagination.

i stay quiet as we exit the hospital doors. piper keeps walking faster and faster - which seams impossible her in six inch stilettos. we finally reach the car, and the girl follows me inside the fancy red sports car.

"i know you can hear me, and see me. Answer me." she speaks again, sending a roll of shivers down my spine. she smirks, folding her arms across her chest.

i plug my headphones into my phone and turn on my music, hoping that the girl will tale a hint and leave me the fuck alone. for someone who likes to be alone, i can never find quiet, because the voices are inside me.

"you did this to me, you know. i was shot and was supposed to be in surgery but the doctor had to back out to save your ass." i clench my teeth together as hard as i can, trying to calm down. she has to be lying, i think, there's no way was once real.

"i'm christina, and you killed me."

"shut up, christina," i say, finally giving into her pressure.

"make me." she covers her mouth, giggling. "oh wait.. you already did."

"peter, now she's giving them names!" piper screams. peter holds onto the steering wheel and ignores her.

"maybe if we gave her more attention, she'd know how to handle this!" he yells, finally snapping at her after all these years of staying calm.

"look what you're doing to them. They're crumbling all because of you." christina sneers, pinching my skin between her bony thumb and finger. i feel no pain, and i know she isn't real. an angry, upset look appears on her face when she knows she can't hurt me. she screams in frustration before disappearing.

maybe that's the first step to conquering this - not like i care but still. maybe by showing them they can't hurt me, will make them disappear.

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chapter one is now up :D yay