10 years, they've been gone for ten years. At the beggining, I thought that it was something temporal, but as the weeks went by I started to gain confidence in myself, and I was really happy thinking that they'd never come back. I can't believe how wrong I was. I had almost forgotten how restless the nights are when you can't stop hearing voices in your head; the thing is that the most difficult part isn't having the feeling that you're being yelled at every second of the day, but trying to hide it from everyone. There's been anyone who hasn't noticed that I've been acting strange lately, and I don't know for how long I'll be able to hide it any more.
They came back the night my brother was arrested for murder, they told me how I could prove my brother's innocence, and they were right, like always. When I was younger they weren't so loud, so I learnt to use them in my advantage, everything they ever said was true, and they seemed to know everything about everyone; as I grew up, they became louder, painful even, and I had to finally tell my family. Telling them about the loud voices I heard in my head led me to a bunch of psychiatrists who used to give me useless meds that could do nothing to make me feel better. That's when those voices that used to help me get everything I wanted became the thing I hated the most on this planet.
"Why is this happening to me?" I used to wonder, but after many years with any answers I stopped. But now I wonder again, day after day for the last two weeks, since they came to me again. Noise, the only thing that makes the voices fade, not go away, but fade. So that's why I'm in a bar in the middle of the night sitting alone, not drinking anything because they become even louder with alcohol.There's someone you know behind you, I hear a louder voice say causing me a headache, which makes me hold my head.
"Lopez, whatcha doin' here?" And, yet again, they're right. Maze comes from behind me and sits in front of me. "Linda's here too, wanna' join us?.
"Ooook, what's goin' o..." Maze doesn't have time to end that sentence because I groan because the voices become louder and that gives me a headache, making me hold my head again.Demon. Danger. Monster.Every one of the voices has something to say about Maze.Periculo daemonium.I don't notice that I'm talking until Linda, who wasn't here until now, comes next to me and says: "Ella? What's going on?" I don't have time to say anything before I pass out, just being able to think about the last things they said about Maze, knowing that everything else they ever told me was true.
