The voices speak to her day and night. They keep her up with their mesmerizing tales of what had been, what is, what could be.
What will be.
They tell her things she never knew before, the secrets of the world, of her very existence.
They fill the gray, once silent room, until she can't distinguish reality and fantasy.
But that's okay, because she doesn't want to anyways.
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These Voices In My Head
Short Story"A sane person to an insane society must appear insane." -Kurt Vonnegut "i can't find my way out" In which a girl with schizophrenia finds herself locked in an asylum. "the silence haunts me" Her only sanctuary is the scarlet garden that spreads bey...
