Nina spoke to me today. She told me her name, giggling quietly as she
introduced herself. She sounds so soft, so sweet, so soothing and gentle.
Her voice is warm and melodious, coloured with delighted laughter.
I hate her voice, I hate the alluring, enticing power it holds over me-- "Bobby, honey, why won't you listen to me? Why can't we be friends, Bobby?" I hate her. I hate her.
I don't hear voices in my head. I don't.
I haven't been losing weight and feeling tired all the time. Eames just looks concerned because she overreacts about everything, and I don't care what Deakins says or thinks, he's wrong. I zoned out a couple of times last week because it had been a long day, all right? Nothing wrong with that. It's perfectly normal.
Nothing is wrong. Everything is fine.
Except that Nina won't quit talking to me. She won't shut up, and I can't stop listening, and I want her to go away--but she doesn't.
I'm alone in my house. I'm swearing, I'm yelling, I'm begging and I'm nearly crying, and all she does is laugh. I cover my ears and hum loudly... she doesn't stop.
Her voice hypnotises me like a vicious snake, coiling itself around my mind. I can't think. Let me think. Oh, God, make this stop, make her go away...
I pound a pillow in frustration, sending it hurtling across the room. It bangs into the wall and crumples to the floor. Nina sarcastically imitates my screams of rage, her voice exaggeratedly heavy and deep.
I won't listen. I'll take a deep breath, block her out, and go into the kitchen to make dinner. What's in the refrigerator? Maybe I should go out... I'm not listening. I'm not hearing her. Nina is not real. Nina does not exist.
And I am not going crazy.
Nothing is wrong. Everything is fine.
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I hate her voice, I hate the alluring, enticing power it holds over me-- "Bobby, honey, why won't you listen to me? Why can't we be friends, Bobby?" I hate her. I hate her.
I don't hear voices in my head. I don't.
I haven't been losing weight and feeling tired all the time. Eames just looks concerned because she overreacts about everything, and I don't care what Deakins says or thinks, he's wrong. I zoned out a couple of times last week because it had been a long day, all right? Nothing wrong with that. It's perfectly normal.
Nothing is wrong. Everything is fine.
Except that Nina won't quit talking to me. She won't shut up, and I can't stop listening, and I want her to go away--but she doesn't.
I'm alone in my house. I'm swearing, I'm yelling, I'm begging and I'm nearly crying, and all she does is laugh. I cover my ears and hum loudly... she doesn't stop.
Her voice hypnotises me like a vicious snake, coiling itself around my mind. I can't think. Let me think. Oh, God, make this stop, make her go away...
I pound a pillow in frustration, sending it hurtling across the room. It bangs into the wall and crumples to the floor. Nina sarcastically imitates my screams of rage, her voice exaggeratedly heavy and deep.
I won't listen. I'll take a deep breath, block her out, and go into the kitchen to make dinner. What's in the refrigerator? Maybe I should go out... I'm not listening. I'm not hearing her. Nina is not real. Nina does not exist.
And I am not going crazy.
Nothing is wrong. Everything is fine.
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More to come soon. Please review...