From The Eyes Of The Unknown

I guess I should start my story by saying "yes! I hear voices" I've had them for as long as I can remember, I guess they started when I was 2 or 3 but I'm not totally sure. Everyone thinks I'm going mental but am I really? before this year I had always believed that I was insane and maybe I am........ sorry getting a bit ahead of my self here

OK, so you probably don't understand a thing that I'm talking about so I'm going to take you back 379days to the day when those continuous voices first started to scream.

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Sirens! Sirens! (Slowly I woke up) Why could I hear sirens? I got up and looked out the window. I couldn't see anything... I must have dreamt it.... It was only 5o'clock, so instead of going back to bed I made my way to the kitchen to get a glass of orange juice and get started on all my homework that I had failed to hand in on the due date.

Every day was like this.

I would hear voices or sounds in the early hours of the morning, I would Wake up, Get some orange Juice, Catch up on homework...... nothing to interesting. It's been the same routine since I was young and honestly I've had enough. I've lived with my uncle since I was 9, that was when my parents passed away (my mom overdosed and my dad stabbed himself) my sister Lilly was only one at the time so she can't remember them at all which is both a blessing and a curse.

6:00am says the clock on the kitchen bench. Time to take a shower...

(6:15am) I finish my shower....

(7:00am) my little sister should be up by now...

(7:30am) yeah my uncle should definitely be up by now...

(7:50am) I go check that their awake...........................

A crescendo of screams and sirens blasted in my head with every step I took. What could that mean I remember asking myself as I climbed the stairs

First I looked in my uncle's room. He wasn't there!

Wait yes he's passed out in the bathroom I chuckled softly. I guess he had a bit too much to drink last night.

I then made my way to Lilly's room, sure that she was just too lazy to get out of bed..........but what I found instead was not just a lazy girl not wanting to get up but something worse, something far worst, something unimaginable.

In the far corner of this four walled room hanged my sister with her head hanging from the ceiling.

Slowly I started to step back

well it was more like a shuffle out of the room

I almost made it to the door when... I banged into soft flesh behind me.

Slowly I turned around.

I knew what was coming.

It was the end.

I was facing her, I was facing...

"You killed her!"

ME.