Everybody can find peace eventually. Just walk into another room. Perhaps going for a stroll down the road will free you of your discomfort. When Oliver needs peace, he won't receive it. Ever. Why not walk into another room, or stroll down the road? Because the disturbance can't leave him. It's in his head. How can Oliver's parents learn to deal with this? Will Oliver be able to make friends in the midst of the excessive bullying? What about his own head? Is there more to the voice than even Oliver sees? What if there was a way to wipe him from Oliver's mind once and for all? ••Please note that this story does involve self-harm, suicide thoughts, and other actions that may or may not trigger you•• This was written by me, Bridget, and the best writer on the planet, @arapkara ! Please go follow her! She is the reason this story came to be. Without her, many excellent bits of editing and key story events wouldn't have been included.