The VoicesMature

The voices spoke to me.

"Better... all better...."

"YOU BASTARD."

"Don't touch it... they know if you touch it...."

"Studies show that people prefer to cross the street rather than--professionals often enjoy calculating the rates of--professionals often enjoy calculating the rates of--"

"Look away!"

"You bastard... you're a filthy, mud-crawling bastard...."

"So stupid...."

I walked down the sidewalk, listening to the voices clamor in my ears. I loved them. I couldn't imagine life without them, and I didn't want to. They were my friends. Ringing in my ears, they told me things.

A new voice joined. Deep, heavy exhaling every now and again.

"HUHH!"

"HUHH!"

"HUHH!"

I loved it. They lost me my friends, when I made any, but they were my friends.

Cackling laughter now.

"Pointless...."

I didn't know why I heard the voices and no-one else did, but I didn't care. People said I was mentally unstable... I should be in a mental hospital... I should be in therapy.... I didn't listen to them. The voices said I was normal. Sometimes they were nasty... sometimes they were nice... sometimes they just talked.

"I love you...." A high, light voice.

"I hate you...." The same voice as before.

The voices varied. Sometimes old voices completely disappeared, but they always came back. Sometimes new voices came, and they stayed.

I loved it so much.

The End

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