Voices

Jemma Roe has been hearing voices since she was eleven, well, one voice in particular, and his name is Chance Lexar. Because of this voice, Jemma has been looked at as mental or insane to the people around her; including her family. This results in her getting shipped away to a boarding school in New York that was developed just for "special" people like her. At the boarding school, she meets two fraternal twins by the names of Katrina and Kyle Madison. They both suspiciously have the same problems as Jemma, they have a single voice tormenting their minds. The voices have also been given names too. Jemma knows that this isn't a coincidence, but what does it mean? Does it mean that these so called "voices" may not actually be something in their head; but something or someone real? Find out in Voices.

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8. Together

Chapter 8: Together

      We discuss our voices for what it seems like forever. Everything about all three of them are so similar, so alike. It's as if there are people inside our heads tormenting us, keeping track of us; telling us what to do. 

"This is crazy," I mutter after our confessions, staring blankly at the dusty attic floor. 

Katrina stands up, tucking a stray black piece of hair behind her ear. "You know what's even more crazy? The fact that we've been up for more than three hours straight talking. I think we should head back to our rooms before we get into trouble," 

I glance over at Kyle to see if he agrees, he's already staring at me. I stand up to head down with Katrina, but his voice stops me.

"Jemma, don't go yet," He says softly from behind me.

Katrina gives him a weird look and then looks back at me. I shrug, because I really actually don't know. She shrugs back and continues to head quietly down the rope ladder. 

"You OK?" I ask as I scoot in front of him.

"Um, I was thinking about what you said, you know, that you think there is some kind of source to these voices," He says to me. 

I nod, slowly recollecting the memory. 

"And I think you might be onto something," 

I stare at him in awe. Wow, really? He actually believed that? It was mainly just an assumption to be honest.

"I know, I know, it sounds crazy but-" He stutters.

"No, no, it doesn't sound crazy," I smile. 

"Oh, OK, good," He smiles back.

"So what are we going to do, find the source?" I ask curiously. 

"I was thinking that too. All we really have to do is ask our voices questions that may help us gain the answers we need, and if we do maybe rack up any subtle answers about where they could be; we go find them." He continues on, convinced that his plan isn't insane. 

"You do realize that we're going to have to leave the asylum to find these things right?" I ask a bit quieter. 

"Yeah, I'm aware and I'm willing to do it," He breaks eye contact with me then.

I stare at him for a while before responding. "How come you're telling me this and not Katrina?"

He sighs. "Because I don't want Katrina to come, she's safer here."

"And you want me to come and risk my life to find these voices? Wow, real classy Kyle," I huff back. 

 "I only want you to come instead of her because I feel that you can actually find us the answers and lead us to the source Jemma, you're smart and that's what we need." He replies a bit more serious than before.

      I shake my head. "I'm sorry Kyle, I don't know if I can do this," Is this guy crazy? This isn't a TV series, this is reality. I'm not going on an adventure with him to find the source of this thing! And what if I do? What happens after we find the source? What will happen to us?

"Oh come on Jemma, you're in this hell hole because your family thinks your insane because of that damn voice inside your head. You know you're not! If we can find some way to turn this thing off; we'll all be able to get out of here," He presses harder. 

I don't reply because he touches a very valuable point. I'm only in here because of Chance and only because of him. 

I feel Kyle's warm hand on mine then and I notice that he's come closer to me. "I promise I won't let anything happen to you Jemma, but I need, we need to do this." 

I nod. "You're right,"

He smiles softly at me. "Thanks,"

I squeeze his hand; it's the only thing that's not causing me to cry in fear. This shit's actually going down. 

 

 

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