"You know, what I really crave for at the moment?"
I whispered with a smoky tone, leaning closer to his non-existent face. "Your death..." My tone became quieter as I jabbed the knife into his torso, repeatedly.
The dark reddish blood was flowing...
"Sometimes we hear voices that kill us slowly and we keep being alive."
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⇶Hallucinations Kill;
"Your hair looks so gorgeous." I heard that silky tone again, I felt someone was caressing my long black hair with his fingertips. He made my blood run cold, although he wasn't there when I opened my hazel eyes.
The owner of this voice vanished again...
I didn't know why that voice was stuck in my head, but every time I heard it, I felt petrified, sickened, and shaky. Who the hell was he? Why did I have hallucinations about him? His face had been blurry, I couldn't recognize him even if I wanted to.
I was nauseated by my hair, I got out of my small bed and searched for scissors in that bright girly room that was dominated by rose pink. It really was the total opposite of me, they all tried changing me to become brighter. Howbeit, they couldn't; the dark shades took place all over my body like the dark tattoos that were painted on most of my skin.
I wondered when they would finally validate that they live with a monster. A monster like her mother, we both shared the same blood, we both weren't normals humans, we are murderers, psychos, ghosts, numb, and we shouldn't be living in this world.
Or maybe if she wasn't my mom, I wouldn't think like that...
My room was a total mess, but luckily I had found them, the stainless steel scissors that found their way into my white closet. I aggressively raised them to the base of my neck, one side of the scissors on either side of the lock hair in my hand, and clipped the scissors; my long black hair was falling on the ground. With every clump of messily cut hair that fell, my heart ached more and another pearl-shaped tear rolled down my cheeks. Suddenly, the sound of knocking on my door pulls my attention from my hair.
"Daisy, may I come in, please? I know you're awake honey." I heard Mrs. Blake's soft voice, I could know her voice from miles away and distinguish it easily. She was a special woman to me, she was like my mom, a better version of that murder, of course. She took me in, raised me as her own after my mom stabbed my dad.
"Come in."
I wipe away the water drops that were on my cheeks immediately. The door was opened and she took a step inside, I saw her blue marvelous eyes become round as she was staring at me. She gasped while standing in her place, standing as still as stone.
"Mrs. Blake, are you okay?" I questioned although I already knew the answer, I knew I went too far this time, but she wouldn't have understood me anyway, no one did. I had been in so much pain, I heard things, I felt things, I had terrifying hallucinations, and they just thought that I wasn't mentally stable, your average depressed seventeen-year-old girl.
