Maybe if I vanished, everything will be okay. Dying would be much better. Because I'm living in hell. Actually, not the whole of it. Almost. So, I talk to myself, imagining there's a person inside of me that could understand me, feel me, know me much better. So I talked to myself the whole day, dreaming about the past, thinking about all the good times I had. But one day, something weird happened. And I don't know the whole truth behind it. Uh... The voice is talking again.