A Startling Reality: Chapter Three

She woke the next morning to horrible screams.  Scary screams, they were. She jumped up and ran towards them.  It was her mother; she did not understand what was going on.  “Mom?”  She looked at the tears running down her pale face, and the fear in her eyes.1

“He.. wh-.. I..” Her mom couldn’t finish her sentence, her thoughts. She looked over where her mother was pointing, it was her brother.  Her jaw dropped as she saw his lifeless, grey face.  Suddenly the memories rushed back to her as if she were hit with a brick in the head.  Running out of the room and into the bathroom, she slammed the door.  She hadn’t eaten breakfast yet, but it felt like it was coming up anyways.  2

“Hey there, do you feel better now?”  The voices were back, and they sounded as if they knew everything.  3

“Go.  Away.”  She said firmly.  She did not want to have the voices there any longer.  They were supposed to be gone after she did what she did.  She regretted it with a passion.  There was no bringing him back, no getting rid of the voices, no helping her parents, no living a normal life.  Her worst nightmare was coming real.  She was crazy.  She had it figured out last night, but was just putting it together now that it was in fact real and not a dream.  Her mother knocked on the door at this point:4

“Honey, are you ok?”  5

“Yeah mom, I’ll be out in a minute.  Did you call the police?” Her mom burst out in tears, and ran down the stairs.  She took that as a ‘no’, or a ‘please don’t talk about it’.  She didn’t know what to do; should she let herself go on, killing innocent people just because the voices controlled her?  Or should she end it soon, make it look like an accident or something?  She had no idea.  She sat on the cold floor and leaned on the pale wall.  Shivers shot up her spine as the voices started up again.6