Voices

Prologue

Prologue

Leylah Rose, Rosie,  is not normal. She has never been normal, when she was younger Rosie talked to the voices in her head and she saw people with glowing eyes. Apparently, grief can make people think do and see crazy things. It all started eight years ago when The Rose's got into a car accident. They swerved off the road and into a tree to avoid hitting a man. Her father was rendered unconscious on impact, but Rosie and her mother only suffered a few bruises. The man was standing on the side of the road, and he was staring at the car looking at them. Rosie's mother turned towards her, her green eyes had a spark in them, she told her to stay in the car. She went outside to confront the man. Leaving Rosie in the car with her father. The images still haunt her dreams. Being a seven-year-old child she didn't listen to her mother and she got out of the car without her mother seeing. She was talking to the man. He had dark brown hair and he looked menacing. His features were very angular and sharp. Out of nowhere, his teeth grew in size and his eyes changed from brown to a bright blue. He charged towards her mother but she screamed. The man flew backward. She screamed so loud that all of the car windows shattered. Glass fell on Rosie and she cried out. Her mother turned around, her red hair flying around her head. The man was faster than she anticipated and when she turned towards Rosie, her side was open to attack. He sunk his claws into her side. When he yanked them out she screamed. Rosie's ears were ringing and blood flowed freely from them. When her hearing came back she heard two things, her mother was telling her that she needed to get her father and that she loved them both. When Rosie looked up, the man was coming towards her. She was too young at the time to understand what was going on but she knew that the man with the glowing eyes was bad and that she needed to get away from him. Rosie turned around and went back towards the car. The man grabbed her arm, his claws dug into her skin She focused all of her energy on getting away from him. She screamed at him and he flew far, far, away. Her arm was gushing blood from where his claws ripped her flesh, she didn't know or care at the time but this wound would leave a nasty scar. She went back to the car and her father was looking around confused. Rosie screamed his name and he got out of the car to see his wife lying on the ground in a pool of her blood. He went and knelt down next to her. They were talking in hushed voices. He picked her up and she groaned in pain. He started carrying her over to the car Rosie walked ahead and opened the door for them. He set her down on the back seat. She climbed into the front with him and they drove to the hospital. She turned around to look at her mother. Blood was covering the fabric and the floor. Rosie's mother told her that she had to leave but that she would always be with her when she needed her. All she had to do was listen. Her eyes were closing. Rosie got her father's attention and he told her that she had to stay awake for them. When they arrived at the hospital she had lost a lot of blood. They tried to save her but it was too late, Rosie's mother died.
Hours later her father told her that her mother was dead. He said he was going to go away for a little while too, but he would be back for her. Rosie was going to be staying with her Aunt Sam, Uncle Tom, and her cousin Alice in New York. She stayed with them for a few weeks. She kept wondering where her father went and when he was going to come back. They were nice enough but they weren't her parents.
A few months later Rosie's father came back. He put on quite a few pounds and he reeked of alcohol. He let his hair grow to his shoulders and he didn't look well. They moved to New York permanently, the house they rented looked kind of like their old one. The only difference was the absence of her mother's loving voice. She missed her, she still does.
Nothing would ever be the same.
This was when the voices and visions started. The voices were at the back of her head constantly and the only way to let them out was to scream. But she didn't know that at the time so Rosie drew pictures. They were always dark and dreary images. They told stories of death and destruction. The visions, however, come and go. Sometimes they will be flashbacks to that day other times it will show things that haven't even happened yet. They used to appear in her dreams but now they've started to come when she is awake as well. She just wanted them all to stop. She wanted to be a normal seven-year-old. She wants to be a normal fifteen-year-old. She wants to go to school and not have to worry about having a meltdown in the middle of class. She wants to be able to think for five minutes without the voices interrupting. She wants to be normal.