The Little Boy's Tale
"Please, stop."
The little boy curled his knees and sat on the corner of his room. Only the light from the lamp on his bed side was seen. He can't move. He can hardly breathe. He can't think straight.
The voice was all over the room and even if he put his palms on his ears, he can still hear their voices telling him to end everything.
"Leave me alone!"
The little boy shouted but those voices were louder. They were unstoppable. They keep on coming back bothering him every night.
He cried hard-harder than last night or the night before. He wanted them to stop so he did what they wanted. He slit the knife to his arm allowing his blood to flow down the cold floor
Then, they stopped.
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