The story blew wildly around me and sucked in the surrounding leaves and flowers. The lightning set fire to the house. The thunder pounding the sky. The black mess swirled over head and me parents were trapped. They fire eating away at there bodies and souls. That was 5 years ago. Even now I hear the voices in my head. The scratching at my cold soul. The blood dripping from my tender wrists. The voices were my relief. My friend. And my worst nightmare. The voices I would like to hear are gone. Eaten alive by the fire. I wish they could talk to me, tell me everything is going to be ok. But no. It's those wretched voices telling me to hurt telling me to die.
But my sister is always there for me. Telling me it will be ok. She doesn't know. Know one does. I am the creature in the dark. If I live. They torture me. If I try and die. The keep me alive. They love messing with my head. Who are they? Why do they whisper? No one knows.
They whisper again. Her is what I get tortured with everyday of my miserable life. " It's us again Lily. Don't try and block us out you know it won't work. You know what we're asking you. Go on. Pick up the blade. I dare you. We know you love a good dare. Your parents death. Is all your fualy. If you didn't accept our dare. They would still be alive. Go on. Good girl. Just 1 cut. No one cares. Go on do it" The voices stop as I fall to the floor and scream at the black shagged carpet.. I'm pulling at the fibres and it's screaming back. Just do it. Just do it. Know one cares.