Creepypasta x Male Reader {He's Different, Your Different, Like me...}

prologue

I҉ ҉n҉e҉e҉d҉ ҉h҉e҉l҉p҉

Pain is power, when in corrupt hands. - Jess

"....Whêñ †hê †ïmê ¢ðmê§ ¥ðµ wïll kñðw...."

"....When the time comes you will know...."

"....ЩΉΣП ƬΉΣ ƬIMΣ ᄃӨMΣƧ YӨЦ ЩIᄂᄂ KПӨЩ...."

Voices repeat and repeat, in my head. banging and screaming, beckoning and weeping!

"I'm not crazy just a little..." words sputter with no meaning, no way to conviction myself that i'm...normal.

But who wants normal?

"...everyone want's normal...no one wan't....ץ๏ย..."

To the forest. Ill be safe there. voices can't hurt me there. I'm fine.

Your lying to yourself

ɟlǝsɹnoʎ oʇ ɓuıʎl ɹno⅄

"SHUT UP!" Hands on your head, pounding. 'pills, i need my pills!' the orange bottle shakes. 'i'm not shaking the ground is!' before you could take the p҉o҉i҉s҉o҉n҉ that you called 'help' a sharp white hand stops you.

"You don't wan't to take them, child..." you look up, vision clouded. a tall slender looking man, stood proud. why am i not scared....i should be...pale skin, no face. but how can i hear him. black suit, red tie. is he going to kill me. 

17 and already insane, that's not headline new for me. the voices came to me to fill the lack of memory. i'd rather know everything than have these voices. 

He'll kill you! save him the hassle and do it your self... 

"sir, do you hear the voices?" i asked. his expression never changed, well it couldn't. how can something change when it was never there. he took the pills throwing them in a random direction. 

"I'm in your head, child. i hear what you hear." the tall man said. "but the voices...." he begun. helping me stand to my feet. "will go away...one by one... i can help you" he held his hand out.

"...but for me to help you....you must trust me...." 

"i trust you" i said with no hesitation, taking that slender hand in my own