Correspondence(On Hold)

Chapter 1

Disclaimer: This is a fiction story, so none of these events happened in real life. All the characters and their personalities are made up as well; except how they look, their voices, height etc. I was inspired to write this story from Tumblr.

The bold letters will be what Isabelle wrote on her journal, the ones that are not will be what she does, and the italic ones will be the conversation between Isabelle and Luke in their heads.

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2014.12.11

I have a secret that is big, and that I will never talk about; if I actually did, I will be sent into mental hospital, or something similar.

And I hope these records help someone in the future, or I hope someone has an interest and read it. I'm not sure, but for now, it's for me.

I felt like I needed to tell my secrets. I feel very guilty living with this massive secret that will ruin my whole life if it goes into the wrong person's hand. I felt like I had to tell someone this, or I would feel very anxious my entire life.

So here it goes, and I hope I feel better.

I have two voices in my head.

Yes, that may not be normal. I really do have two voices in my head. I know that the one that I can control and has a relatively high voice is mine, and the other one, the one that I cannot control, the one that I do not know what it will say and the one that has a low voice; I'm not really sure whose voice that is.

I do not know where do get advice from this, for example, 'what do I do when I have two voices in my head'. I can't search these kind of questions on Google, can't I?

Even right now, the other voice is keep making comments such as: 'Gosh, who writes in journals these days?' or 'Okay, really?' or something like, 'Well, I always knew that you weren't normal'.

Isabelle puts her pen down, and lean back on her comfortable desk chair, and mumbles something that even she, herself, don't even know what's she's talking about. She was so tired to even think or open her eyes.

She covers her eyes and try to ignore all the voices in her head, and what the voice is commenting on her room, such as; nice room you've got there, or pink desk chair? Really? or something like You're not serious with One Direction, are you? You just hung those posters up for a joke or something, right?

Isabelle finally found the strength to get up and drag her body to her bed, and cover herself in her warm, furry blanket. She blew her candles out, turned her lights off so that the only light is coming from her nightstand, and opened her laptop to check the time and to surf the internet for a while.

She opened her laptop and it read: 10:30.

"You're not going to sleep THIS early." The voice spoke.

"Oh, shut up, I can do whatever I want. I'm tired today. I'm going to sleep in about half an hour." She shot back.

"That means no conversation, and I'm bored. Can you stay up all night talking to me?" He said in a whiny voice, like a child begging for a dollar to buy some ice cream, and complaining that the truck will leave soon.

Isabelle decided that it's not even worth to argue with herself; or that's what she thought. She thought that the voice was her own, and there was something slightly wrong with her brain or something. Thinking, she opened her laptop which was covered in stickers saying things like: 'One Direction is my love' or 'I fancy the Irish one'. She clicked on her browser, and went to Netflix so she can catch up on TV shows that she was missing out on.

Her being a huge fan of Doctor Who, she immediately typed in 'Doctor Who' without giving the page enough time to load, and pressed the Enter key. It took a few while, but she had that voice in her head to keep her entertained.

"So, a fan of Doctor Who, eh?" He, or herself, said.

"Yes, and do you have to keep talking to me or else do you die or boredom or something? I'm getting very annoyed, and I am not enjoying your voice." She retorted, annoyance in her voice.

"Something like that."

She rolled her eyes and fixed her eyes on the computer screen, and the video finally loaded, Isabelle squealed quietly and started watching the TV show.