Museum Of The Weak.

My name is Allison Brennan, and this is my story. At the age of 9 I was locked in an asylum. Not because I did anything wrong, but because the voices were taking over. I had three voices corrupting my mind. One was a female who had appeared to me when I was 4, she addressed herself as Ari. The second was a male, who appeared to me at the age of 8, he addressed himself as Clay. Ari and Clay, were my only friends. Until I was dumb enough to do everything they say... This included setting my apartment building on fire, killing 23 people. My parents and brother perished in the fire. I was later taken to an orphanage but confessed to what I had done. In tears I explained to them the demons that lived in my mind. But the way I saw it, I didn’t do anything wrong. The voices did.