Dear Diary,
8:25am
It's become harder to stay normal. The voices are only getting louder and pushing me more to the brink each day. I don't know if I can continue on much longer...I want them to be silenced.
9:47am
Everything around me is a blur. I see people; faces I know, but they pass by un-noticed. The voices echo through my head, "They all deserve to burn for what they're done. Burn this place to the ground. Kill. Them. All." The last three word are the ones that concern me the most. The bell rang.
11:30am
I can't keep this up any longer. I can feel myself breaking. I need something to focus on. Just focus on the words you're writing out. Focus. Just write. Focus. Breathe. You've got this. Only 4 more hours. Deep breath. Breathe.
2:05pm
The voices are getting worse. Now telling me, "You don't deserve the air you breathe. You don't deserve to live. Kill youself. Do it. Do. It. Now."
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Sirens could be heard in the distance. Officers cautiously entered the small home. The blood stained the floor as the small child, sat alone surrounded by the corpses of her parents. She calmly stood up and looked at the officers while smiling. "The voices are gone now. They're finally silenced. I'm free."
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Short Stories
Ficção AdolescenteA book of short stories I have written. If someone would like to use one of my ideas to create a full story please just ask. I would love it for someone to be able to do that
