Lacey's story was tragic. No one really knew what was wrong; no one believed what she said. She tried so hard to tell people what was happening but no one would listen, saying that she was just a stupid little girl, didn't know what she was talking about. It had always annoyed her when the adults would say she just had a wild imagination or that she had many imaginary friends.
Lacey didn't have an overactive imagination or imaginary friends but she could hear voices wherever she went. They started when she was six years old and at first they were friendly and would talk to her for hours, making people wonder why she was talking to herself. Lacey loved those voices because whenever she felt sad or lonely, they would be there for her.
Over time those voices started to say mean things to Lacey, saying no one loved her and that she was useless and unwanted. She started to hate those voices, only wanting the nice ones back. She knew what these voices were saying weren't true and that she did have good friends and a loving family.
As much as Lacey would try to ignore these voices and convince herself that they were wrong, just lying to make her feel bad, she started to agree with them. The people around her started to notice that she seemed a bit sadder than usual but they didn't pay any mind to it, thinking she was just going through a phase.
Many had noticed that she would still mutter things to herself and had thought that was a little weird considering she was now nine and probably should no longer have imaginary friends. Her parents began to take notice to this and took her to a doctor to test her for possibly being schizophrenic.
When Lacey's test results came back, the doctors had found nothing wrong with her, claiming she was perfectly normal, telling her parents it was probably just another phase so once again, no one paid any mind to it but she knew that this was not normal. Lacey knew there was something wrong going on.
Lacey was now ten but the voices had only gotten stronger and had said worse and more hurtful things to her. Lacey really just wanted them to stop, claiming that she would do anything for them to go away but they just stayed with her, tormenting her every chance they got.
One night Lacey couldn't take it anymore, she just needed them to stop feeding her all of these awful things. She had begged the voices to tell her what she could do so she could just be normal again but they had refused to tell her.
Right when she was about to give up her pleading, they had said there was only one way she could get them to really leave for good. With that, she went silent, listening closely for what she had to do and exactly how to do it the correct way, knowing she would do anything.
After they had given her the directions, she almost immediately took action. She snuck into her parents room and as quietly as she could, took her father's gun into her hands and just looked at it for a minute before finding the box of his bullets, taking only one, and took it back to her room, setting up.
It was finally the night that these horrible voices would leave her for good and she could be free. She loaded the gun with the bullet she took and got ready to shoot, pointing the gun straight at her head. The voices told her to shoot and kill them that way so she did, not knowing it would kill her too. She shot herself right in the head.
Lacey was only eleven years old when she died. Found in her room, shot right through the head. Everyone thought it was a suicide but only Lacey knew it wasn't really her who killed herself, it was the voices that convinced her to do it but no one would ever know the truth.
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