Voices

Chapter 4

  I thought I was dreaming, but dreams come true don't they?

  I thought I was immortal, but that might have been the voices too. Let me bring you back:

  What the hell? My fingers crept along my seared face.
 
  Supposed to be, anyways. For some reason God decided to give me everlasting life. My head throbbed a little but it was manageable. I successfully got up after a few minutes of suffering- my legs! - and turned the stove off.

  My head must have probably hit the floor like a sack because it really hurt.

  You will live.

  Hey, seemed like Voices had gone a little soft hasn't... hasn't it? I was surprised at my own thoughts. Was killing nothing to me? I looked at my hands.

  These hands were the cause of some deaths. I went to the kitchen tap and washed them, scrubbed them hard even though that wouldn't bring them back. Blood was spilled, and spilled blood is already spilled.
 
  Maybe Voices had a plan? I shook my head in response to my own question, further increasing the pain. I heard the sound of the front door closing and I turned around slowly, careful not to allow more pain. I smiled innocently at my mother while she looked at the mess of the ingredients behind me-

  Kill her.

  My eyes widened in shock, mouth hung agape. My head was swelling with pain, and shock as well. All I could do was to stare at my mother while she passed me, picking up the mess and putting them back to where it belonged.

  Kill her.