The Voices

It's been about 7 hours since the nurse had been in to visit me. She hadn't spoke a word about the voices, but I'd known she'd heard them. The uncomfortable quietness in the room filled me with glee as I listened to the voices whisper their soft pleas.

This night, like no other night, I was glad that the voices were in pain. I was glad that their sorrow was so unbearable, they called out to me. Infact, I had wanted to cause them more pain, only for the fact that their cries would be louder- so that the whole building could hear and know that I was not ill. I wanted everyone to know that I'd be leaving this place. I'd see my mother, my father- my family.

Of course, they'd try and say that there was some mistake. That I was ill and needed to be kept inside the building it bricks for the better. But they'd have no choice but to know that I was not meant to be here, that the voices, in fact, had followed me at night, begging for my help.

When they ask of my forgiveness, I'd refuse, leaving them as they left me.

Alone.

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