They come for her.
The people of a silent world-they run to her, wrap their arms under and over and around her body, and they do it so silently, despite the fact that their mouths are moving-their mouths are moving, and she can't hear them.
The voices come back with a vengeance, flooding her mind, whispering into her ears-kill them. Kill them. Kill them all.
Plunge this world into the deepest, darkest pits of Tartarus.
Her eyes catch on the syringe in one of the silent people's hands, and she lunges for it.
Lunges-but doesn't reach.
The voices are screaming even as she slowly fades into unconsciousness.
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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...
