Her hands shook and her palms sweated. Her knuckles white and knees shaking. Her finger traced her scars and a tear traced the sadness down her face. The voices in her head louder than ever. She felt sick as she listened to them; not even trying to fight it. They yelled, they screeched, they told the truth she was to scared to believe; just how ugly, how worthless she was, was clear to these voices as they spat insults full of venom. They didn't want her here anymore and she didn't want to be here anymore.
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Short StoryAlmost 200 short stories to get your blood pumping, your skin crawling and your mind racing. Nostalgic, interesting, current, real-life experiences in a creative form. *disclaimer: some of these short pieces reference issues such as mental illness...
