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Wake me up when...
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Ongoing, First published Oct 14, 2014
A few drops of cool rain landed on my bruised face, making it feel a little better.


As I closed my eyes someone started crying. I didn't try to look at them. No, I was to tired for that. Too, too tired. So I just listened as he started to whisper.


"No. No, no, no, no, no, no, no." He said as he got closer. "I can't believe this happened." he was yelling now.


He's being to loud, I just want to sleep.


"How did this HAPPEN? It's all my fault, IT'S ALL MY FAULT. Oh god, oh god, oh god." All of a sudden he sobered up and stopped sobbing. "I have to go." I heard him whimpered into the night.


 The last thing I heard was the soft thud of his fading footsteps as I lost consciousness.

**********

Hello, my name is Phillip.

The only thing I remember is my name.

Or what I think is my name.

I learned it from the wandering voices, it was the only thing they said. 

No one is here.And the voices aren't in my head. But they won't go away.

They're everywhere.

When I hear them I search and search, but nothing.

I know I am alone. So where are the voices coming from?

I think, I think I'm going crazy.

And here is my story.

I hope you like it more than I do.
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