A voice in the night!

It was a cold and windy night. My bedroom door slowly moved back and forth. I was still on my bed, shaking like a wet dog, holding my knees to my chest. My room began to spin and I held my head in fright, the pictures of my paintings falling one by one.

I was scared and alone. I seem to always be alone...

“What is happening?" I yell, but I didn’t  expect an answer. I felt like I was in some supernatural universe. My green eyes went wide in fear as I heard a faint, raspy whisper "Die!"

I didn’t want to answer the strange voice, but then again, did I really have a choice? The voice spoke again, but this time much louder.

“DIE!" I shook my head back and forth as I covered my ears. I still have not responded to the voice; I didn’t even try to find where it was coming from. It felt like it was everywhere, suffocating me. I felt like my eyes were going to bleed tears while my head would explode. I closed my eyes shut, not wanting to see what would be in store for me.

“DIE, DIE, DIE...!" it reiterated over and over and over. I screamed, allowing the tears finally fall.

“What do you want from me?" I inquired, my countenance conveying defeat.

A faint laugh was my only response I retrieved as it only got louder. I felt like I was shrinking. "Have you not been listening to what I've said?" The voice was very ominous and it caused me to shiver to my core. It made me want to claw my eyes out.

I opened my eyes a little. I had no doubt that my hair was a mess at that point.

"ARE YOU LISTENING? I SAID DIE!"  the voice screamed. A strong wind proceeded to blow in my face, making me close my eyes tight once again. As it left I refused to open them again. Once again I didn’t know what the voice was talking about. I have tried to die many times but I can't even do that right. It kept saying die but I have nothing to use.

“You're pathetic and a freak. You don't deserve the life that has been given to you. So why don't you just do everyone a favor and DIE?!" I understood the voice. What it proclaimed was true, but I still didn’t have any tools at my disposal. I tried to yell but it came out a whisper.

“I don't have the tools." Tiny whips of wind came my way again.

"Lllllooooookkkk...." The voice shrieked out. There, on my bed, was a noose, a hammer, and a hook. I automatically felt bad for whoever would find me. I felt disgusted that they’d have to dispose my decaying body.

I broke into tears knowing this was my only option. I look down at my body, seeing old scars and new deep cuts.

Bruises here and there. I stood up as the voice mockingly chortled at my form. It's not like anyone would miss me once I'm gone. I deserve to die! I didn’t even like myself anymore. I hammered in the hook, tied the noose and stepped on a wooden chair. The chair fell and I took my last breaths before everything was finally at peace.....

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author’s note~
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Bye- Sean💙
Editor- Stephanie Wolfstar