Okay so this will be the second story I put up for serialization (in my head they are all semi good at least) and you have until February 10th to vote on a story! That will be all, Author.

The voices have always been here. They did not just appear on my birth day. So why am I being punished? I don't understand… ever since I can remember the voices have been there, telling me things I should not know. Telling me to do things I should not. They always seemed so real, but my parents had always put it off as an imaginary friend. I was never that friendly always choosing my computer time over play dates, only leaving the house when forced. Of course they could not have known that they were the cause. But when I hit middle school they started to work more and more, putting them off as a means for attention.

My mother had planned to ship me off to some weird boarding school for high school and I could not wait. She had been talking to my father about how she 'could not stand for this attention seeking behavior' and thrown a brochure in his lap storming out of the room. They never seemed to notice the bad things, choosing to imagine this perfect son that they would never be able to have.

My birth day was fast approaching and they would always get worse when something big and social happened. The day before the party my parents had me stay with the neighbors so they could prepare the party favors and the like. By this time the voices were almost unbearable, all I did was sit with my laptop and a two liter of mountain dew and code for hours on end. Trying to distract myself from them. I had a tendency to sleep walk when I had a nightmare, and that night they filled my head with images of me killing the neighbor folk, my parents, and even myself. The neighbors Mr. and Mrs. Hunt were woken up by the sound of me opening their door, they had expected me to come crawl in the bed with them and blabber on about some night terror most likely. But instead of a sweet frightened child they came face to face with the reincarnation of a serial killer. Knife and all.

The police were called not long after the first scream of terror. But they were too late. What they saw was not some open window and a couple of dead bodies, they found a tear and blood stained thirteen year old boy stabbing a body while screaming at himself to stop. That they needed help, they could die.

The cops sat there and interrogated me for hours. Asking who did it. The big man with the deep voice and scarey eyes. Where did he go? To sleep with the others. What others? The other voices, they always sleep after they do some thing bad. What other things have they done? Lots of things, I cant remember them all. Lots of bad things. Whose voice do you here the most? His name is Jerry, he has a very dirty mind I don't like him much he likes to talk during school. They asked about the voices who they were and what they did and I answered not thinking that I could have lied about how many people there are. That I could say that there was only one or two. Not the twenty to fifteen there really were. No I did not think that at the time. I only thought that I was so, so sorry for what I had let him do. That it was my fault. That the blood that still stained my shirt and pants was like a badge. A metal for what he had done. I could feel how proud he was of it too.

It was sickening.

He was sickening.

I was sickening.

I still am.

Them feels! Otay being the bitchi am this is the prologue but I listed it as chap. 1 lol don't be fooled. I will update my other stories soon thanks for reading!

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