''Shut up, shut up, shut up!''
She scream whispered, the voices just wouldn't stop, not actual voices from humans, but mind voices from the demons inside her. And damn they were pretty real to her. Images popped into her mind, and when she opened her eyes from fear she saw them come alive infront of her, part of her psycotic depression, but it didn't stop there, no, of course not, the voices started narrating what was going on infront of her eyes.
'You see, your family doesn't love you, no one does.' Said one voice. 'Exactly! you're pathetic, crying, locked in your room screaming at us, we're not even actually there!' came another. They never stopped, but occasionally Ana would be there to save her from the other voices. She was nice, she helped her get to her weight now she was size two instead of seven.
Ana wasn't there now, Ana mainly only shut them up when it was meal time, or when she got hungry. No use for Ana right now..
The other voices had names too, Anxiety and Depression. And for now those were inhabiting her sick mind.
No one, nothing, would ever save the poor girl, not even at least try to, mainly because no one knew of her struggles. Not even her family! And she planned to keep it that way. That no one would care about her, or miss her when she gave up. No one and nothing. She's Symphony
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