Mary Alice... I heard my name being called even though there was no one near by. Mary Alice, Mary Alice, Mary Alice. The voices use to freak me out, and still do sometimes, but I've somewhat gotten over them. I've never told anyone about the voices. They all would have thought I was crazy.
Mary Alice, your sister, Clara, is trying to kill you. I almost screamed when I head that. I've been hearing that one for a few days. My older sister, who I loved very, very, very much, would never hurt anything. But I believed everything that my voices said. But, why would she try to kill me?
I pressed the weight of my hands over my ears. "No. No. NOO!" I screamed as I started to cry. I just wished the voices would go away.
"Mary Alice?" I heard another voice but didn't scream. This time it was my little sister, Cynthia, who was 9. "Mary Alice, why are you crying?" I love Cynthia as much as I love Clara. But there was something about Cynthia that I liked. She cared about other people's feelings. Too bad boys aren't like that, I thought, If there was one, I'd marry him.
I looked at my little sister and wiped my eyes. "Nothing" I shook my head as I answered.
Clara secretly hates you. The voices said angrily.
Speak of the devil; Clara walks gracefully into the room.
"What's the matter," she asked
"She wont tell us." Cynthia answered for me.
Get her now, before she gets you. Wanted to start screaming and crying then, but didn't want to with my sisters around so I went upstairs to my room.