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There is a voice in my head.
It whispers evil things to me in my sleep, telling me what I should and shouldn't do. What to feel, what to eat, what to drink. What I should think, what I believe.
But not to worry–I don't let it influence me. I am separate, and I am real. I am the one controlling this body, writing down the names.
These are all my plans, and my actions. This is my life, and I will not let that voice control it.
But sometimes, the voice's tempting becomes too great. Sometimes I indulge in the disgusting things it wants me to do. But then I remember L.
L brings me back. He has a way of keeping people on their toes, myself especially. The voice screams and screeches, demanding my attention. It yells at me, tells me to go away.
But I can't go away. And besides, if I did, he would muck everything up with L! The game would be over, and this game is just too much fun for me to give up.
There is a voice in my head.
It sits back there, waiting in the dark pit it created in my mind. It waits for me to slip so it can come through, showing the world my ugly little problem. I hate that voice, for what it has done to my life. What pain it has caused me day and night. He never lets alone!
But I always have L. He grounds me, keeps me sane. It's hard for the voice to do anything when L and I play the games, the battle of wits. Who will win? L understands me. He gets it. Of course, he has a completely opposite view on it, hence the games, but at least he comprehends. I suppose we are...friends?
There is a voice in my head.
It cries and sobs and keens. It's so annoying. How can I get any work done with that screeching in my head all day? How can I concentrate? That stupid voice! It never lets alone! He can't just shut up!
I'm in charge! I call the shots! I move my limbs! It's me! It's me who's gotten us this far! It's me with all this great potential! The ability to make a humongous impact on the world! But how could he see?
It's just a little voice in my head, constantly arguing with me, never agreeing. And why? It wanted this. It's the one who called me, invited me, to do what it couldn't do, didn't have the guts to do, what he failed to do! This was his idea from the very beginning! So why is he so against it now?
But that doesn't matter. Soon he'll flicker and fizzle out. Just like his namesake.
L is so stupid. For all of his genius, he doesn't see that the one he's looking for so diligently sleeps next to him every night and dreams of a better world, a world I will create.
I was leavingt english yesterday and had a sudden plot bunny. I've been reading a lot of death note fanfiction lately, so that might have something to do with it. Just came up with this short little creepy fiction. Thanks for reading it! Please Review!