Listen to a whisper, a husky voice leaving down trails, only thing to be heard is others, your voice will always be over powered, if you don’t stand up and believe in the truth of your own words, nobody else will, simple as that.
‘Someone’s watching you Blair, keep those eyes open, who’s going to be there?’
Blair Summers was not an ordinary girl, therefore did not live an ordinary life. Blair heard things, nobody would understand, nobody could believe.
After being labelled as ‘Mentality Project’ at her local Mental Institute, it just seemed to get worse and anybody who came close to knowing her secret seemed to disappear, she was quiet, she would not speak for the sake of others, the fear of her voice killing an innocence.
‘Can you see me...?’ It hissed.
This was no dream, no nightmare it was her life on the base of living hell, the voice is no conscious and I think you will figure that out.
‘Three down, anymore?’ It snickered.
Wake up and smell the roses, hunny. This is reality.
