Amelia
They were arguing.
I heard my name so it was safe to said that the argument was about me.
Again.
I tried to block out the voices.
The voices surrounding me.
The voices in my head.
But the harder I tried, the louder they got.
Pushing.
They were taunting me.
Toying with my emotions.
Trying to make me feel small.
And it was working.
I'd been though this before.
This was usual for me.
Normal.
Pathetic.
YOU ARE READING
Whispers
Teen FictionThey were the same. Crazy. But they were together. Isn't that all that matters?
