Visualisation

Voices

Isabelle lay motionless on her bed, her mattress sinking slightly in accordance to her weight.

With her eyes loosely shut, she almost forced herself to sleep. She had found herself following an abnormal fatigue structure, going to sleep at 5:00am and waking up at 12:00pm. Many thought poorly of her routine but she found this normal, not caring for the opinions of others. As she focused on nothing, that's when it started. Whispers filled the atmosphere of her dimly lit bedroom, murmurs of nonsense remarks or lines from commercials she had previously heard that day. Smiling, she buried her face in her pillow. She had become used to these voices, they kept her company. She knew they would never do her any harm.

"You're beautiful"  The compliment remained implanted in her mind. Isabelle mentally scoffed.

"I am not" She rolled her eyes and weakly smiled. After attempting to change her current position and rolling to her side, the girl found herself to be in some state of paralysis, something she had not experienced before. Her eyes darted around her room, just to spot blurred faces appearing and vanishing in thin air. This, she was used to, but not being immobile. Accepting her situation, she laid still.

"Alright, what is it? What do you want? Why can't I move?"

She knew there must be a reason for this, the voices wanted something from her.

After a few moments of silence, Isabelle was able to move, letting out a small sigh as she pulled her blankets up to her nose and hid in the comfort of her own sheets.

"Maybe another time, then."

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Based on a story of experience