Mom decided there was something wrong with me, she didn't want me to end up like granpa, alone in the nuthouse, hearing my dead relatives, little that she knew that, that was the exact place I was going to end up.
Few days after the hair pulling thing, I still heard the voices.
First it was just one, but then with time there were more and more.
They told me to put a fork into a toaster, see what comes out of it, mom found me right before I could do it.
After that she called a psychiarist.
I started to see her, once a week, but when the voices started to talk louder and tell me to do even more horrible things.
Then maybe like a month after that, I started to see her four times a week, I was proprobly 8 at the time so it really distracted my learning. I missed a lot classes and I was so left behind I needed to have a tutor in like every subject.
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Voices
FantasyI always knew there was something wrong with me, but I never thought I was this messed up. - Since she was a little girl, Ava was different from the other girls, she just never blended in, she could hear voices, voices, telling her to do awful thing...
