.Whisspers inside your head.
.By: Shadowkami


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Do you hear the voices inside your head? Sometimes they're quiet... whissssspers, sssssssss. Othertimes they're LOUD. FRIGHTFUL. ANGRY. AND DEMAND TO BE HEARD.

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Beep. Beep. Beep.
A click. A weary glance at the red figures on the clock. A groan. A pulling of the blankets over the head. An attempt at falling back asleep.
Wake up... you have school soon... wake up... school... yesss ssschhool.

A sigh. A defeated groan. A quick dressing and walk to the bathroom. A glance in the mirror as toothpaste is put on the toothbrush.
You're ugllyyy... horrid... why why why do you look like this? Look at you. You're fatt... ugglllyy... no one wants to sssseee you like this. You're clothing ccchoice is horrrrid.

A grabbing of backpack. A quick goodbye to the absentee mother. The hateful mother, who demands everything and is satisfied with nothing. A shrug, and in defiance of said mother's words and advice, take a short cut to the longer route. A longer route that defies said mother's words and logic because oh so surely the bus would already be at that other stop than this one.
Silence. There are no words needed for this journey. Silence. Blessed Silence... and then a thought... and then the words come again.
That ssstupid mother... that horrrid mother... kkkilll her... kkkilll her and bathe in herr bloooood. Killl her... and that stupid brother of yours... killl her... killll!

The bus comes. A screeching stop. A following of classmates whom are never seen. A sigh, for the words have start.

... And then they start again. Again, in class when the teacher does not spare a glance. A small gathering of tears at the horrid quiz score... and the voices start again.
Killlll them. Why do you not killlll them?! Why do you not listen you ssstupid fool?! Kill I said KILL.

An angry glance down the semi-crowded hallway on the way to the next class. The next idiot will get punched. There is no doubting of powers here. And so the next class is entered in with a stiff gait and set shoulders, and a slightly menacing look in the eyes.

The students do not notice. They are busy worrying over the writing assignment that is being handed out, discussing what to do and what not to do and all the little intricacies associated with the process of writing. They are ignored. A seat is taken. A pencil is placed on top of a clean white piece of paper and marks are made on the paper. Writing is not hard. No, never, how could writing of all things be hard? It is known what will be written. Writing is not hard (even if in another language).

However, time is not taken into account. There is only a quarter of an hour left when the assignment is finished. Less time than expected. In those three quarters of an hour spent writing the anger has vanished. And along with it... the voices. The voices are gone, silent, and troubling no more. A sigh. A book is opened and the last few minutes in class are spent completing the reading assignment for the next class.

The bell rings, and the next class is proceeded to.

Do not listen to the voices my child. Do not.

The voices are quiet for the rest of the day. Occasionally speaking their mind in the form of silent whispers.

"Oh... just one cookie... just one cookie... oh no you fat bastard, wasting money on something like that.... blah get out of the line... ssseee what you have done? You have lowered that guy'sss grade. You ssstupidd ssson of a-"

Do not listen to them dear child. Do not. They are not representative of your dreams, your aspirations, your true feelings. Do not listen to them my child, only sorrow and regret will follow if they do. Oh do not listen to them. Do not.

A sigh as the ending bell rings. Things are picked up and packed away, and the bus is once again sought. This time it is at school and it will head for home. Home sweet home. No, not really.

And so a day passes, but there is no hope no joy. The next day will be the same, and the next, and the next. All spent resisting the pull of the voices. Teasing, bewitching little fairies.

Do not follow the faeries, those evil creatures that bewitch and curse, the fae are best left along. They are fiends, and not friends to man.

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And sometimes... you wonder: oh when will it end? Oh when, oh when, oh when, oh when, oh when, oh when, oh...
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... and there's nothing you can do about it, but follow the whisssspers inside your head.