"Don't you see? They don't like you. They just use you." A voice rings at the back of my mind as I sat at a table with a group of friends. The voice speaks to me. It always wants to hurt me with its words. It enjoys my suffering. I stay quiet at the table as the girls talk to each other. We were having a sleep over party.
"Look at them. They're not even talking to you. They don't like you." The voice whispers. This time I can't hear it in the back of my mind. This time it was right behind me. I could feel a warm breath brushing against my ear as the voice spoke.
"Why are you even hear? They're not your friends. They hate you. You have no friends!"
I clench my fists on the table. My anger was on its peak at this point. The pain of its words drove me into yelling at it.
"SHUT UP I HATE YOU!!" All of the girls looked straight at me. They had offended expressions on their faces. I didn't know what to do or say. I couldn't explain why I had that out burst. So I sat there quietly embarrassed. Waiting for them to say something.
"What the hell Hanna. Why would you say something like that? We didn't do anything to you. You don't have to be such a bitch." One of the girls bit back at me with attitude.
"I'm sorry I...." Before I could say anymore one of the girls stood up, grabbing my attention to stop and look up at her.
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His Voice Is My Pain
Short StoryA girl has difficult making friends by her odd actions caused by the voice in her head. But she soon realises something abnormal about the voice.
