“I never thought I’d meet you ya’know?” “Oh?” “I wish I hadn’t…”
I hear voices.
Okay, when I say it like that I get why the others say I’m crazy. Now, I don’t just hear voices, In some ways I feel them.
That doesn’t make sense does it? I should probably explain what that even means.
Ever sense I was literally dragged out of my normal life and put into this ‘sanctuary’, as they call it, I’ve been hearing voices. With the voices comes what ever emotion they are feeling–it sucks trust me.
I tried to name them, but they just kept yelling that ‘If i couldn’t remember their names they rather not have one.’ I didn’t know what they meant back then and it only made them angrier. When they get angry, I get scared, it’s how things work with us. I make them angry, then I feel the consequences.
Sometimes I would hear them in the trees, but most of the time I hear them in the
walls of my house. When I was dropped off here by the supervisors, I was told to build what ever I dreamed of. The first time I questioned them I was put into total darkness. I try my best not to question them anymore. Instead I focus my thoughts into drawing and sketching.
I looked outside of my miny masterpiece of a house to see a boy stumbling around. Odd I don’t remember hearing the door open.
He didn’t seem like much to me which got me wondering why the higher ups
would send someone like him here. He was never in any of my dreams, so I know I didn’t know him. Having this guy here was going to be a major problem that I know I wasn’t going to like, so I did the only sensible thing here.
I know it was a cowardly thing to do, but I’m not a people person, ya know–voices and all. Who knows though he might help me break out of here finally.
“You really want him here?” One of the voices asked me
Another one replied, “Of course he does, why wouldn’t he?” I wasn’t familiar with
this new voice and to tell you the truth I actually liked it. I smiled at the voice like an
idiot. It was soothing somehow, it sounded nice. Awesome.
I felt the smile on my face grow wider as I thought about what the voice may look
like. Suddenly, I felt a sharp pain in my back, I fell over into the ground that was now
not full of soft grass, but hard metal.
Looks like I made the supervisors mad again.