Its Sad (ON HOLD)

Voice

Warning... trigger...

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  I Open my eyes.

To be meet with complete and utter

Darkness.

"Hello?" I say ever so softly.

No one answers.

As usual.

But I'm alone...

Again...

As usual.

I look around, but I see nothing

Through the darkness-

Through the darkness I call out

"Mom?"

Why would I call her? When she has left me a long time ago.

Maybe I just feel the need to do so

Since I miss her ever single fucking day

I never knew why she left

I always thought it was because of me

Or that's what the voices always said to me.

Father and mother used to be a

Happy couple

But when they had me

They never smiled like they used to anymore

I knew that they love me deep inside.

But I've only saw their true happiest smile was a picture in their wedding.

That's when they were happy back then.

"Dad?" I call patheticly.

Why do I call everyone who's not with me anymore.

Father, has been gone for eight long years Rebecca. And all because he tried to save you from the car accident.

In that night, with the heavy storm pouring dangerously.

Rebecca Winston. Now, in the orphanage. There might be a lot of Kids, but I Rebecca Winston was still alone.

No one wants a little girl who is pretty much lifeless.

Why did father have to leave? The same question I've been asking myself for eight years.

Why do you keep asking, if you already know the answer. A voice said.

It's because of you. Stand up straight.

It ordered. And the way the voice sounded very low and creepy went chills down my spine.

And so I, Rebecca Stands up straight in the darkness.

Your father is dead, because of you...

No. No. No.

You can't be back. I never called you back. Why are you back in my head?

The voices are back. And their back to haunt me again. They haven't been back for five months now. Why start now?

Do you think we were ever gone? That we would ever let you be free and Happy?

You can never be happy as long as you hear voices in your head...

That no one else can hear...

Isn't it scary...?

To be afraid of your own thoughts.