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I don’t know where it’s coming from, I must know where it’s coming from. Every single day I lay down to sleep, I hear the voices. Even when I try sleeping somewhere else, they become more distant, but they’re still there. They keep telling me I’m nothing, I’m worthless, and I’m only going to fade away. I was sceptical at first, as anyone would be - but now - I can’t make them leave, they’re always there. I’ve searched everywhere; I can’t find anything but the sound of a thousand voices. They draw me, bittersweet. I want them to leave – I want them to stop, but they won’t and I love it. I’d be everything without them, but nothing is all I need. They’ve destroyed my entire sense of self. My name is all they address me as, not she her or maybe even you. Always my name, I can’t stand it. I’ve come to despise my name. There are so many voices, not just one. It starts out with one, but then so many are added to the already static chaos. I must get this to stop – I can’t, I need them – but I refuse to go on. I can’t take it, there’s so, so many, and they say so many things, why? How did this begin? I don’t know. How will it end? Violently. I don’t know what I have to do, but I must do it. Chaos behind my eyes, I will stop this, but how? There is no question, it will end violently, I know that now. Who will be the victim of the violence? Me, someone else? Someone I love? I couldn’t kill someone, nobody but me. Killing someone else wouldn’t fix anything. I will turn the violence on myself. I can end this now. How?
I tie the cord to the ceiling fan, my mind racing. A voice – maybe – arises from another room. I freeze, scared to think what the voices will tell me when they learn of my treason. I step down from the stool. Standing there, asking, should I wake the voices for this? Yes, I shall, they will witness their own demise. I scream to what seems like nobody “wake up! You will torment me no longer!” I stand on the stool, and tie the cord around my neck and kick away the stool. My neck did not break as hoped, I hang there, slowly suffocating. A gruesome death, the only thing that keeps me from depression is the thought of the screaming voices in the back of my mind. This is very satisfying. As everything slowly turns to darkness, I hear one more voice, rising above the rest, “you were always worthless.”
0o0ocharlie0o0o added this comment 2008-05-27 13:48:41-05:00
this is really good!
thegirlwiththebrokensmile added this comment 2011-07-20 12:37:37-05:00
This is really good i hear voices i no how it feels i can totally relate to it.
mycau added this comment 2008-05-26 07:35:29-05:00
This is really good... Depressing a bit, but that's what the story is all about, right?! :P Wow... Good job! Your friend is a good writter! =)
wendy97 added this comment 2008-05-25 11:11:54-05:00
this is reli a sad story it is very very nice
kelseyann added this comment 2008-05-11 19:48:30-05:00
this story was written by a friend of mine, Kyle Goodall.
0o0ocharlie0o0o added this comment 2008-05-27 13:48:41-05:00
this is really good!
thegirlwiththebrokensmile added this comment 2011-07-20 12:37:37-05:00
This is really good i hear voices i no how it feels i can totally relate to it.
mycau added this comment 2008-05-26 07:35:29-05:00
This is really good... Depressing a bit, but that's what the story is all about, right?! :P Wow... Good job! Your friend is a good writter! =)
wendy97 added this comment 2008-05-25 11:11:54-05:00
this is reli a sad story it is very very nice
kelseyann added this comment 2008-05-11 19:48:30-05:00
this story was written by a friend of mine, Kyle Goodall.
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