Voices Inside My Head| Dark Euphoria Trilogy

Lonely Memories

She lies upon the mattress of her room, the ethereal glow of moonlight illuminating her pale features. Her blue eyes are staring up at the ceiling above, blonde curls blanketing her fragile head. She wonders why her father always locks himself away in his room, odd moan-like noises protruding from the cracks in the door. There was a woman in the room with him; there always was.

Ever since she was 2, she has been having nightmares. Such dreams as this seem normal for a child to have, but if she were to describe them to an adult they would just tell her that "everything is okay, it is nothing but a dream, young one." She is only 6 now, which means that for 4 years straight, the nightmares came.

One was about an eyeless old woman sitting in a rocking chair, knitting strings together. The old lady always smiled at her, cutting the strings up after she finished piecing them together. The white Victorian style dress she wore was always stained, decorated with ripped lace, ruffles, dirt, and decay. The little girl never understood why she had this nightmare, let alone couldn't comprehend what it meant. She was only 2-and-a-half, after all.

Maybe it was because she was taken away from her mother, step-father, step-sister, and half-brother. She considered them all like family, but she only thought she was currently living with her father for a "temporary vacation". She couldn't be more wrong.

Another dream she has had was about a muppet character from Sesame Street, Count Von Count, telling her that she was worthless and that he was going to destroy her before her other nightmares did. On the same night, the following dream was about the night sky with twinkling stars shining brightly, until a giant robot (one of her beloved toys) began to destroy buildings and nearby surroundings by stomping on them.  This was when she was 6, the age she is now.

At the age of 7, most of the nightmares stopped occurring at night. During the day her fears would somehow come to life, an example being: Her grandmother accidentally cutting herself, her father leaving Alabama to work in Texas instead, her friends being mean to her, normal childish scenarios. But the worst ones were right before it was time to take a shower, which so happened to be the thing she had to do before going to bed.

Every time she looked in the mirror she would see something that scared her; the woman in black. Sometimes she would see a mysterious figure standing behind her, other times she would see a glint in her eyes that was abnormally alien to her. She would always see something, but one day in the bathroom she actually heard someone. No, not someone. Something.

The voice whispered in her ear while she was brushing her teeth. "Lizzzzzy, come hereeee. I can see youuuuu." The little girl jumped in place, turning around to see no one there. Maybe it was a figment of her imagination, or maybe it was just pure loneliness.

Here she lies in her newly made bed, now at the age of 10. Everything that has occurred in the past, every word, moment, lie, event, everything was nothing but a ghost of a memory to her now; the voice of loneliness is now talking again.