The Voice
It's there again.
"Psychotic?"
"No…. Well not psychotic."
"Odd?
"Yes. For sure according to everyone else."
"Weird?"
"Synonyms", I answered the voice
"Funny?"
"People laugh at me quit often. But as I said they laugh at me not with me…"
"Tell me a joke."
"No, only me who laughs when I tell a joke. So I don't tell them anymore."
"Tell me a joke"
"Forget it!"
"Oh come on, just ONE."
"No"
"Promise I won't laugh".
I heard the voice snigger.
"Ha-ha", the answer was bitter. The voice didn't deserve anything more than a
cold shoulder right now.
"Okay, that was a bad joke".
"Yes, it was."
"So you tell me one."
"No"
"I think your jokes are funny". The voice tried to hard.
"Well, then you are the only one who thinks so".
The voice is quiet for a while. But it surely won't stop.
"You are considerate"
"Doesn't help me much, just everyone else."
"They care for you too!"
"Tell me about one person!"
"ME!"
"You?"
"Among others."
"Nope, you're probably the only one"
"So, you feel lonely"
"Just ignore me"
"I'm not Looney"
"I know that"
"I won't go away"
"Grunt"
"You know it you self, I will always be here".
"Yes, but can't you leave me alone for just a few hours?"
"Nope!"
Quiet. Is it gone? The voice, is it really gone? Still quiet. The voice is gone!!!!
"Confident?"
"AAAACHH!" Not gone and it's asking me about my personality again.
"My self-esteem was broken long time ago. I just never show it to anyone."
"Then you have one!!"
"No, because in the moment I'm alone again my face breaks into tears".
"One day you won't cry a tear."
"Believe what you want to believe."
I felt something pressing on my eyes, I have felt the same before, it is tears.
"I have locked myself in a closet and the key is thrown away. I said sobbing."
"Some day you will find the key."
The voice is fading away. Finally some quiet.
"No still here"
"Aaaaarrrg!!!"
One of the other girls in the dormitory moved restless because of the sound.
"You are just tiered."
I looked back at the girl she was still asleep. Far, far out in the lands of dreams. I guess I'm tiered.
"I give up."
"That was about time."
My eyes are closing, and the sleep is taking over. My dreams are picking me up and I'm ready for some hours of silence. The voice is asleep too.
"Good morning! A new day filled with new opportunities".
"Grunt…. Back?"
"Yeah!"
"What am I today? Ugly, hysteric or unbearable."
"Happy!"
"Sorry, what is happy?"
"Still not smiling, huh?"
"Nope.. I'm smiling from ear to ear because today I have to smile to a bunch of people that don't like me."
"Well…"
The voice got quiet, it seemed like it didn't catch the sarcasm.
"You will survive anyway."
That was when I got it. This wasn't one of the voices that tease me every day just because of the fact that I'm a bit different.
I looked in the mirror. The eye I caught there was filled with sympathy. I froze, it wasn't me looking back at my self, it was the voice, my inner voice. My conscience. The one who watches my back.
"So this is you?" I whispered glancing at my own reflection.
"Yes, the one and only!" The voice answered
I smiled to the mirror. And it smiled back to me.
"So a new day, huh?"
"Yes!"
"I, Luna Lovegood, am going to have a nice day!"
"I like the sound of that."
The End
Authors Note: Well... that's that... Hope you liked it, but if you hated it I don't mind I just would like to know why :D