The demons came knocking again. I pretended they weren't there, but they broke down the door and stole my ability to breathe. I laid on the floor of my bathroom, gasping for air that wasn't there.
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I Wear A Beaded Necklace
Teen FictionThis is the story of an unknown. The voices in her head started to eat her from the inside out, so she took her friend's advice and tried to write about it, in hopes that it might lessen the Noise. Take a look into the unknown's soul, watch her play...
