Voices

She just stood there in the doorway looking at the other people in the room. They were talking, and whispering, but what about she didn't know. Why was she there? Where was she?1

It was too loud, even when they stopped talking she could hear whispers. They were everywhere, it was so loud. She just wanted it to stop, she just wanted it to be quiet. It was so loud.2

She ran from the room to the outside, it was still too loud. There were whispers all around her, they wanted her to fail at her task. What task she did not know, no name, no home, no memory. She was running and running till it happened, she ran into a torn vine. She watched her leg bleed, and no longer heard the whispers. She was free of them.3

She was standing up again when she heard them, more whispers faint but they were coming back. She was scared so she raked her hand against the torn vine and they stopped again. She understood the whispers were in her and needed to get out. Every time they would come back she would do it again, she would open a new place for the voices to get out. 4

Soon a new voice joined the others, it was clear and loud, to loud. She raked her hands and arms against the vine, more blood spilled from her wounds, but still the voice was there. She began to scream for it too stop as she ripped up her flesh with the vine and nails. 5

Arms grabbed her and told her to stop. She screamed out telling them to let her go to be quiet, that the whispers were coming back. She was picked up and carried out of the woods that she had run into, she was given a shot and soon fell into a dark slumber.6

When she awoke she was in a white room, she knew who she was and understood where she was. She was in a hospital with an IV in her bandaged up arm. She wanted to know why she had lost control, she had grown so use to the voices, why had she lost control? She didn't know and didn't really care there was only one voice again and it was telling her to sleep that he would protect her.7