Drowning

Pointless.

Why do you want to hurt me so badly?

We want to see you suffer. 

We like causing you pain.

It's funny because you do everything we tell you to.

No I don't. You just make me think I am. 

Smart girl.

Too bad you’re a disgusting excuse of a human being.

Human? That’s a bit too kind. 

I suppose 'smart' is too kind as well.

You're hurting me. Why can't you just stop making me feel this pain? 

Oh, what your feeling isn't pain.

Oh no. 

This is pain.

They pulled out a box of matches. Strike. Ck-riickkk. Flames ignited. They dropped it on her clothes. She burned. 

Argh! No! Put it out please. It burns.

Well it is fire. 

It usually is hot.

Did you expect it to be cold?

Obviously not, I'm not an idiot. 

She grit her teeth and rolled on the floor.

Sarcasm. Who's the idiot now? 

Shut up. It burns please stop it.

Hmmm... 

No.

Please! 

She screams. The flames lick her clothes. Taste her flesh. It blistered immediately under the scorching heat. They sprayed her with deodorant. The flames erupted. She was being burned alive.

Stop. Stop please. 

She begged. How she could still speak was a mystery.

Ooh stop. Please stop. 

They mimicked.

You realise we're not doing anything right? 

And they weren't. They were nowhere near her. She had the deodorant can in her black hand. She caught a glimpse of her face in the mirror. It was melting like dripping wax.

That's it. Keep spraying. 

Make your face go up in flames. Let your hair burn.

We want to see you die.

Please, stop. I'm begging you. I can't do this anymore. Make the pain stop. 

And it stopped. She laid there tears streaming down her precious face on the floor of her room. Not a single burn in sight. Her face perfectly intact. Her deodorant sat carefully tidied on her shelf above her desk with other beauty products. The voices were gone. She was alone.