2. The Voices

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A/N LISTEN TO DOWN BY JASON WALKER OR NOT ABOUT ANGELS BY BIRDY WHILE READING BRO

Mindy's pov

Dark. That's all i could see. Just complete utter darkness. We don't get to choose if we get bullied, hit, or killed. We don't control what other people say or do. We can't make this world a better place because there's to much dark. Why? Why is the question. What gives a human to say the mean things they say to other humans? What gives them the power to think they're better than anyone else? Why does the way you look show for your personality? Why? If all humans are beautiful then why are there humans who put others down because one has a little more weight or one doesn't have the nicest clothes? Why do people insist on putting others down about their looks? That's not going to make this world a better place so why not just stop the bullying all together? It's easy to be the predator but being the prey is especially hard.

We all are humans. We breathe, sleep and eat. That means your alive doesn't it? So why are so many people killing themselves every single day just to get away from the darkness that is their life? How do you make someones life that horrible that they'd wanna die? "Because maybe they deserve to die." "Yeah they're weak so they don't need to be on this earth anyhow." "No sto- "Maybe if we wipe out all the ugly freaks and leave the gorgeous people this earth could have a chance at being a good place." "Yeah like you." "You should just go ahead and kill yourself because your ugly fat and disgusting." "Yeah no one likes you anyway i mean i surely don't." "Why don't you do it huh? You have no reason to live you homeless rat you don't have anyone."

The voices. They are here just like that, always taunting me. Making me feel bad or more than i already do.

Disgusting just wish i don't wa- "Sir she's stable but im gonna have to ask you to wait outside of the room. It's family members only." "Did you even find any family?! huh? She's been here for an hour and no ones shown up." "Sir please"... Silence. Im guessing they left. I don't know who it was though. My head hurts my body aches especially my hip. I'd wish i were dead. But i knew i wasn't. I don't even know what happened. All i can remember was sitting on a park bench and they came. The voices. Telling me to do stuff. Like making myself throw up or kill myself. That's it then it was dark.

A/N THIS WAS EDITED BRUH

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