No Tears For The Creatures Of The Night

I Want Them All Dead

"Grace. Do you know why you're here today?" He was met with silence.

Grace was a typical teenage patient, she wouldn't talk to him about it and had so etching against authority.

"Grace, tell me why you're here."

"You tell me, you're the one with my file.

"Fine. You were found Saturday evening unconscious next to an empty pill bottle. After rushing you to the hospital and pumping your sti ach you where brought here, to Kluvedale Pychiatric Ward."

"I tried doing it differently. I tried making them all my friends, but now... I want them dead."

"The voices. The ones in my head. Some are nice but some are really mean."

"And that's why you're here, to make all of them your friends."

"No! I don't want them," she screamed slamming her fists on the table.

"Well that's not an option. Not with your disorder. I promise it's nothing to be scared about. You'll get to know them and everything will be fine."

Grace sighed and let the man continue speaking knowing there was no way out of this.