Paranoia [h.s] coming soon

"these voices? How often do you hear them?"

"Everyday," The girl said immediately, glaring at Harry as she leaned back just a bit further. "In fact they're speaking to me now....about you."

"Me?" Harry questioned his hands trembling as he watched the railing start to shake under the girl's weight, only slightly. He suspected if she leaned back any further it would completely break, letting her fall to her death. "W-what are they saying?"

"That you'll never understand," the girl hissed, her knuckles turning bleach white as she clutched the railing tightly. "You'll never escape like us. That you don't belong here but you'll never get out. You're cursed to stay here forever! You're never going to leave! Never! NEVER! YOU'RE NEVER GOING TO LEAVE!" The girl bolted forward, tackling Harry to the ground as her hands wrapped around his neck, squeezing tightly.

Harry gasped and wheezed, trying to get any bit of air he could get, but the girl's small petite hands were stronger than they looked as they cut off any oxygen from invading his lungs. "Help," Harry groaned, but his voice was too weak to be heard.
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The story of a boy once sane, trapped in the deepest pits of his imagination.
The most twisted parts of his imagination.
His very own Paranoia.
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