Short Stories!

You have to. I have to. (Horror..?)

Quick Side Note: I hate writers block. Damn it. This is my response to a prompt I was given at my creative writing club. My prompt was "Your best friend hands you a weapon and says "You'll hear of a tragedy later. Hide the evidence and come and find me in the town we first met." Do you hand him/her in? Do you follow his/her instructions? Challenge: best friends perspective" I took the challenge and did it from the best friends perspective. Also, I kind took the idea for the voice from izzywriter story "So Actually I'm Not Ok" which I love with all my heart and soul and inspired me to start writing. They're an amazing author, so go read all their books when you have the chance.

You know, people don't seem to realize what it means to have a voice in your head.

They never seem to grasp the horror of having something corrupt your thoughts, control you actions.

They never tell you how much you'll suffer.

And the worst part?

It always knows.

There's nothing you can hide from it.

There's no one you can save.

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You have to do this.

It's the only way.

You have to.

I have to.

"Hey." I whisper to Nathan, "Meet me behind the building."

"Bella, are you ok?" he asks, "You sound scared."

Well now, we can't be having that the voice tells me.

Suddenly, any doubts I had were gone.

Wait, I had doubts?

No the voice tells me.

No, I didn't.

"I'm fine, just be quick."

I take off in the crowd and slip through the door, unnoticed.

I wait for a few moments till the door opens, and Nathan steps out into the night stumbling over a rock.

I often forget that not everyone has the eyesight the voice has gifted me.

Or maybe cursed.

"Bella, are you ok?" he asks, "You've been acting really weird since you got back."

No. No. I'm not fine. No help, me help, me please help me nonono-

"I'm fine." I- No, the voice replies coldly.

It slips the knife It had kept in my pocket and holds it out to him.

"You'll hear of a tragedy later. Hide the evidence and come and find me in the town we first met."

That wasn't me. It was the voice.

Nathan took a deep breath.

"Ok." he said.

Wait, what. He wasn't supposed to say that, he was supposed to say no, he was supposed to turn me in, he-

"But trust me, I'm only doing this because I love you like a sister, and I know that you wouldn't do this on purpose. I am not going to stand by and watch you suffer, Bella. You know I can't do that."

I stand, speechless. Well, actually, the voice is speechless. There are so many thing I want to say.

And it lets me.

With no warning, the voice is gone and the words and tears are tumbling out of me.

"Oh, thank you, I'm sorry, I don't want to, I'm sorry, thank you, I'm sorry."

I feel Nathan hug me and I sob and whisper apologies into his shoulder.

And then, just like before, the voice is back.

It pushes Nathan away coldly and I pray to every higher up imaginable that my eyes portray the sadness and fear I am feeling.

But the look on his face is answer enough.

It turns back to the back door and walks up the three, short steps.

It doesn't let me look back.