I'm Alice, but no. I'm not in a wonderland. My life is wonder but I never feel the land. Everyday I'm swept off my feet by the presence of things I just can't make out. I feel like a doll. Whatever it is thinks they can smash my silicone body parts into pieces...
If I tell anyone, they wont believe me. I'm crazy, I know I am. I just don't know what to do.
Every morning, I sing myself this song... It's called 'Maybe you'll survive'.
The opening lyrics are;
Maybe If I close my eyes tonight,
I wont see daylight again.
Maybe if I fall asleep,
I will never wake up.
Maybe if I die,
I wont go to heaven.
Maybe I'll survive my life,
or live and then cry.
Don't be frightened. It's what my past father used to sing at the table on breakfast.
He never ate when he was alive...
That probably explains why he is deceased but all i want to do right now is ignore the voices in my head. They won't leave me alone.
"Go to the forest"
"Don't tell"
"Your not crazy"
"We are real"
"We want you"
"Don't eat again so you can be with your father"
"Don't tell"
"You're helpless"
"Where's Mother?"
"I need you to listen"
BUT NO.
I can't listen...
Even if it's the last thing I do.
I am crazy.
I see visions.
I hear things.
I feel things.
My senses are full of these things I can't get rid of.
I have my Mother.
She's a recent alcoholic.
After my Father died, she just lost it I guess...
He was our hero.
Back then we had;
Money
Friends
Food...
Everything.
I wish he was still alive, I really do...
But for now I have these voices saying I should starve myself to die with him...
But I'm torn.
Either we alive, a lunatic, think everyday about ending my life altogether or just give up.
But don't worry about me...
I still have a lot more to show you... About what I found...
TO BE CONTINUED>>>
ESTÁS LEYENDO
I feel a presence... (Horror Story / Ages 10+)
TerrorThe story of a girl. She's strange though... She feels things. Weird sensations. Her heart pulsates. She feels the presence. She thinks she's crazy... no one believes her... She starts to see things. What will she do? Follow me, the author, in the j...
