It was cold here in Mrs. Gray's office. I had goosebumps on my arms and legs and couldn't help but to shiver every now and then. My mom is too busy discussing if I am mentally stable enough to go to school or not with a my therapist (Mrs.Gray ) to notice me. I'm not cazy, or I don't think I am. I'm in here because I told my parents about a vioce in my head some six years ago. Of course, who could blame me? If you heard a vioce in your head when your only eleven years old, you'd probrably go crying to mommy too.
In my last school, before the vioce, I had a best freind. I wasn't popular and didn't have a boyfreind or anything, but that was all ok because I actually had a best freind. It wasn't easy, or maybe it was. I was that kid in the back doodleing on her jeans, always wearing a hoodie. The freak. The geek, the lowest of the low. Then one day this girl comes up to me, introduces herself, and then decided that we were best friends.
Until I first heard the vioce. It scared the hell out of me. I was listening to my parents argue again downstairs, trying not to cry. Then this vioce suddenly came to me, all whispery and sweet. I was intrigued.
6 Years Ago...
"...Tuck her in bed herself! Karen, she is ELEVEN YEARS OLD!!" I tightened my grip on the covers, pulling them closer to me. I was seeking comfort. My dad has just gotten home from being at the bar with his buddies when mom gave him this big speeh about how he's gonna walk up the stairs to finally tuck me and find me moved out and tucking my own kids in bed. It was actually a very beautiful speech. "Hello." I jumped out of my skin when I heard the strange vioce greet me. It was whispery, strange, but most definently male. I looked around my room, but it was empty. I walked over to my closet, but there was only my clothes and a couple of suitcases. Just as I was climing back into bed and thinking I was just hearing things, he spoke agian,"You can't see me." I went still and waited a few seconds before Questioning the vioce,"Why not? Who are you?" I heard a breathy laugh and then,"Because I'm in your head, sweety, and we will plenty of time to get to know each other." I was confused and asked more and more questions but the longer I waited, the more I realized that the vioce was gone. I was releaved, I thought I was going crazy there for a second...
"katie." I felt someone shaking my shoulder and shook out of my daze. Looking up I saw it was my mother smiling with hope in her eyes and a very skeptic therapist. I shook my head and gave my mom a breathy laugh, "stayed up late last night." "Well no more doing that, You have to get back into a routine if you want to bright eyed and bushy tailed for school this coming monday!" I looked at my mom, how can anyone be bright eyed and bushy tailed early in the morning and on a monday?