The others have not rested for days now. They are here. I feel them stirring around me like a vortex of sound. Whispering in my ear the evils of my existence. They constantly push and shove at my mind, taunting me through questions, phrases, statements. They make me question everything that I've done. I hear a femine voice say, "Was it worth it? Was what you did worth the consequences?" What did I do? I'm still not sure of what I did. The others join in at the sound of this. "You know what you did. You monster! You've done it yet again, ruined everything for yourself, and for what?" I realize what they are refering to but not a full story. "You know what you did," they say in unison. Voices of all kinds, male, female, child, people I remember, and even my own. "Confess," they say in a now shouting tone. What do I confess? I haven't done anything. "CONFESS!" They repeat themselves over and over again, breaking their unison. It fills my mind with noise, its so loud it makes me dizzy. LEAVE ME ALONE! They do not let up, and I begin slipping from conciousness. My vision darkens and the area around me begins to close in. Their echoing voices slowly drain the sanity from my mind, and for a few moments my personality and everything I am is replaced with one word, "Confess." There is only one way of getting rid of them now. I take the blade I had been holding and begin dragging it across the sole of my foot, cutting very thinly into the skin. The sharp edge cleanly and quickly makes its way across. The pain clears my mind, and allows me to see again. It's... refreshing and reminds me that I'm alive. It sometimes hurts, but it hurts worse to not do it. Would you do it? Harm yourself, just to keep going? Or would you give up, and submit to their calls? I know what they want from me, I stole their life, now they want mine. I guess that would be a fitting way for me to go out. I drive everyone in my life insane, so they get their revenge as I am driven to the edge by my own mind. I have been able to hold on this long by focus on people in my life that catch my interest, or by the pain. The people are leaving, one by one at a steady pace. The pain is begining to wear down on me. I'm running out of options.
My child, you are forgiven, but what has happened can never be forgotten.
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SachbücherI can hear others, clear as day as if they are right in front of me. Why does no one believe me? They were quieted for a long time, but medication and treatment can only hold them off. They are back now, full force. Whispering in my ears, telling m...