Voices
Abby climbed out of her bed shaking. Just a dream. She blinked and a image of the distorted Zephy flashed before her face. She jumped and tried to get the image out of her head but failed. She closed her eyes and Zephy came back again with her kitchen knife. "Leave me alone!" shouted Abby. She opened her eyes and was dazzled by a flash of light. She found where it was coming from. A large kitchen knife was on her chest of draws. She just looked at it. The she grabbed and threw it in the bin. She ran downstairs into the kitchen.
"Morning Abby." her father was behind the usually newspaper. Why does she have to ware those clothes?
"I'm sorry did you say something?"
"No dear." Father took a sip of coffee. Abby felt a surge of misery. It hadn't been a dream. Her mother came downstairs. Where did I put that hairbrush.
"It's on your left cabinet." called up Abby. Father stared at her. Abby looked at the clock,
"Come on Dad I'm going to be late. Damn. They got in the car and mother waved to the next door neighbor. Crazy women he thought. Abby smiled.
They drive to school disturbed Abby. From various places she heard thoughts from different people. She had no control over who's thoughts she heard.
I'm gonna be late.
Wow he's hot!
Just cause I kissed a girl doesn't make me lesbian? Does it?
I'm gonna get caught!
Abby groaned and the car pulled up in the school car park. She got out of the car and for a few seconds it seemed that everything slowed down. In slow motion a boy hugged his father. A couple kissed. A teacher was complaining. Then the thoughts came flooding in.
Oh no I haven't done- Oh my gosh- who's he- I'm hungry- I hate this. Nooo.
Abby fell onto her knees and yelled. She clasped her hands over her head and yelled.
"Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!" Her parents rushed to her and said something but Abby couldn't here what. Suddenly the voices stopped. Abby exhaled. She stood up and looked at her parents who were staring at her. As were half of the car park. Abby felt her cheeks go hot and muttered something about being late. She rushed off to the girls changing rooms which consisted of thee rooms, all the same; tiled and clinical. It was when she started to take off her coat that she noticed it. A folded letter was in her pocket. She opened it and gasped.
It was splattered with blood. It was a list of names written in her own handwriting. They read:
Janet Hale
Jane D
Luke Stanley
Don't lose yourself.
Abby wretched and opened her locker.
Abby Screamed.
Inside her locker was the kitchen knife. When she looked at it she heard the sound of scraping. Like a saw against wood. Abby made the connection. The names, the knife. You're a slave now. Zephy's voice echoed in Abby's head.
"No! No!" Abby screamed and burst into tears. Fortunately she was alone in the changing room. The bell for lessons went. Abby just slumped in her locker and cried. The sound of scraping echoing in her head.