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The Voices |
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| . She was right. I would have to act quickly and dispose of the problem. But my only dilemma was how to go about doing it. I didn't even know who this Cindy was, but I knew Frank would show me the way. I left my house, and started walking down the street. I wasn't too worried about where I was going or what I looked like. In fact I was still wearing my pajamas. Anyone who saw me would have had no idea that I was on my way to kill someone, and I loved that feeling. I felt that I was fulfilling my destiny is some way, and that this would make everyone see that anybody is capable of anything. I couldn't see the consequences that might follow; all I could think about was pleasing Frank, Daria and everyone else. Suddenly I had the urge to stop. An indescribable force was pulling me towards a small house on the corner. I knew this was Frank's way of telling me where to go. I jiggled the doorknob and found that it wasn't locked. I entered the house, not quite sure what I was going to do, but loving every minute of it. I walked through the house, not caring how much noise I made. I knew somehow, I was going to get the job done, and it didn't matter who knew I was there. All of a sudden I heard loud shouting all around me. I recognized some of the voices at certain moments and realized it was my friends telling me what to do. Only, I couldn't make out what they were saying at first and it just kept getting louder and louder. Then, all at once, in unison they shouted "UPSTAIRS!" I began going up the stairs, but the yelling did not stop. In fact it intensified with every step I took. I could barely walk anymore, the sound was so overbearing. By the time I reached the top I was struggling and scarcely able to crawl up onto the top step. My head was pounding and felt like it was going to explode. I gathered up all the strength I had and crawled to the bedroom at the end of the hall. I cannot explain why I chose that one. There were other rooms closer to me, but something was drawing me towards it. As I neared it I felt the voices get louder, but I also felt a surge of energy go through me. It was as if I was being rewarded for going the right way. I got to the door and was able to stand up. The room was empty except for a figure standing in the corner. I couldn't see who or what it was, but I walked towards it. It was wearing a long black cloak and as I circled it, it turned around so that its face was away from me. The faster I walked, the faster it turned. Then all of a sudden it stopped moving, and there was a bright flash of light, an ear piecing screech, and that was the last thing I remember. I woke up a few days ago in a hospital bed, not knowing where I was, and for a moment I couldn't even grasp who I was. I quickly learned from my doctor that I was found lying in a field, unconscious, wearing my pajamas. They had no idea how I got there or how long I had been there. Immediately they started hounding me with questions about what I remembered. I fought off specialist after specialist until they finally gave up. Of course I remembered everything that happened. I couldn't explain it, but I remembered it. Right down to every last detail, the whole experience was engraved into my memory. There was no way I could tell the doctor though. I knew they wouldn't understand me. Nobody understands me. . |
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