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Alchevsk, Ukraine, August 17th, 2001. Invisible people are talking directly to me. I need to know who is talking to me since I can’t see them. I want them to get out of my head, but they won’t go away. I’ve tried hitting my head but that doesn’t work. I’ve tried covering my ears but that doesn’t work. I just want the voice to go away for good. I can’t stand being alive like this anymore.
“What are you doing in my head?” I asked.
“Nothing, that’s what?” the voices replied.
“What’s wrong with me?” I asked.
“Everything, you loser.” the voices replied.
“Why am I a loser?” I asked.
“Because I say you are one.” the voices replied.
I started flying away, trying to escape the voices that plague me.
“You can’t run from me.” the voices said.
Out of anger, I started swatting the air around me while I was flying but nothing happened. I then had the brilliant idea of going to a psychiatrist. The psychiatrist should be able to help me figure this one out. Then I can hopefully get rid of this voice that has been haunting me.
“Don’t go, they’ll slaughter you and eat your body like it’s meat.” said the voices.
“No they won’t!” I yelled.
I then got close to the psychiatric facility. Suddenly, an airplane hit me, and I fell right to the ground. My back hurt very badly from the fall, and I could barely walk at all.
“Hahaha loser. I hope you die.” the voice said.
I then started weeping uncontrollably. My bodily pain paled in comparison to my mental pain. I just wanted the voices to go away. I then saw that I was close to the psychiatric facility and got up to walk in. As I walked over to the facility, I saw eyeballs in the sky staring at me. I immediately felt uncomfortable.
In the psychiatric facility, I sat down in the waiting room. I seemed normal compared to everyone else. I was then called into a doctor’s room. As I walked, everyone eyeballed me and gave me dirty looks.
“So, what seems to be the matter punk?” the doctor asked.
“I keep hearing people talk to me.” I replied.
“Sounds like it’s not bothering you. Get out of my office now.” the doctor said.
I then started crying as I got up from the chair I was sitting on and left the office.
Back in the waiting room, everyone pointed to the exit of the building. I then left the building in tears.
I was now back outside with the voices ramping up. I was being told to “go kill myself” and that I should “experience a slow and painful death”. I kept covering my ears in confusion. Then, a man walked up to me and asked what the matter was.
“None of your business!” I screamed.
“Jesus Christ, okay man. I’ll back off.” the man replied.
I realized I shouldn’t have made my only chance of help back off. I tried yelling for him to come back but he told me to screw off. The voices I was hearing started getting worse. I was being commanded to do things I wouldn’t do on purpose. I then decided to go back home and lock myself in the room. I heard “keep yourself locked for your own good. I love you too much to let you go”.
As I was flying back over to my house, I noticed eyes watching me in the sky. I started blasting fire but when I blinked, the eyes were gone. I then heard “you can’t stop me”. Distracted, I almost fell down and hit the surface of the Earth but I luckily caught myself before I hit the ground. I then got to my house.
At my house, my brother was concerned that I had given away my posessions.
“What seems to be the matter?” my brother asked.
“Nothing is the matter.” I replied.
Embarrassed, I went back into my room and locked myself in. The voices kept plaguing me.
“Why are you doing this to me?” I asked.
“Because I love you.” the voices replied.
“But why do you love me?” I asked.
“I love you so much because you are my pawn. I love every pawn of mine.” the voices replied.
My little brother then started knocking on the door.
“Coming!” I shouted.
I then unlocked the door and let my brother in.
“I’m worried about you. You have been talking to the air for a minute now. Is everything actually alright?” my brother asked.
“Yes, everything is alright. Even if things aren’t alright, it’s not one-hundred percent your business, understood?” I replied.
“Alright, I’ll leave you alone to go talk to the air. Sorry for bothering you.” my brother replied.
Here I am, still stuck with the voices. The voices sound familiar though, like a villain.
Published Jan. 4th, 2022