She buried her head further into the pillow. Ever since she came back from that show, something was off in her daily routine. She knew what the reason was, something was missing. She didn't feel like getting up, she had too much on her mind, she had too much on her heart, she had to get it out. Turning around in her bed, she noticed her desk right next to her. The paper and pen were calling her, it was like a need. She felt herself drawn so she slowly stood up, went over and wrote, almost unconsciously until she felt the weight was off, for the most part. She turned back to the paper in her hand and read it, again and again…
I hear voices in my head
I talk to me, I talk to me…
Why can't I talk to you?
I used to, didn't I? I used to
You were always there for me
You were the one that set me free
You were the one that let me be
But now I try, I try and try
I talk to you but I don't know why
Even though I talk
I don't feel like I reach you
It doesn't feel like it used to
I miss you, I miss you
I need you, you were always there
Holding me up, always by my side
Always in my head, telling me not to hide
To hold my head high and to move along
To go and face life, to always be strong
I know you're always there
But somehow I just don't
Feel I can reach you anymore
But I'll keep trying
That's for sure
You never give up
Then neither will I
I have no strength
But for you I'll survive
She smiled. She knew what she had to do so she folded the paper and put it under her pillow. Then, she made her bed, changed into some decent clothes and made her way to her car. The engine came to life and the car drove off…
'Stop. There it is.' She thought and got out of her parked car. Looking up at the building she hasn't set foot in since she went to Total Drama, Courtney couldn't help but sigh in content. 'I'm here, please listen to me.'