The next day (Saturday) -
I was laying on my bed, with both of my hands over my head. Dark ebony hair surrounded the area near my head and some stray hairs tickled my face lightly and made my face itch a bit. My headphones was blaring in my ears and I closed my eyes and shut out the rest of the world. My ears didn't pick up anything except the music and for a moment, it felt like I was floating in a space in which nobody else could some and invade my space. Nobody could judge me, nobody could forget me and finally, nobody could ever hurt me, it was just me and the empty world.

I was all alone in that empty void surrounded only by my thoughts and feelings which allowed me to analyze every small thing in detail. Pictures of the past years gradually floated into my mind and I felt embarrassed, sad and angry as I went through each of them, no memory was the same and my feelings for each of them was not the same either. Not all memories made me sad just like not all memories can make me happy. Some were special in their own right and some were...well nothing. The sad ones made me feel numb but I didn't proceed to anything to change that, I just laid there to let the sadness wash over me and make me more stronger than I was yesterday. Sometimes my heart clenched painfully when i went across something... not that good.

I remembered when I was a child, a mere child of 7 years old but even in that young age, i realized what agony and jealousy felt like. In films and stories they drive it through our head that only witches and bad people get jealous and feel hate. So if you see it like that, I might make a good witch because the amount of jealously and hatred I possessed when I was younger was not little. I once hated the whole world... I hated all the people... I hated me. My life governed around one word,hate. Even now when I saw think about my cries of help, it terrifies me , It ma-

Why am I not good enough to be your favorite daughter, dad? Please... Please... DON'T HATE ME...

My eyes snapped open as I heard a child's squeaky voice mutter at first and then shout in agony and fear . I immediately got up straight and looked around the room terrified beyond measure, the color on my face drained leaving me white with fear. Did.. Did I just hear... or am I hallucinating? I definitely heard a small child's voice shouting. W-What's happening? My room suddenly looked very foreign to me and my heart felt like it would burst from its rapid beatings.

What did I do wrong? Why do you all ignore me?... IM TURNING INTO A MONSTER...PLEASE SOMEBODY HELP ME.

The shrill voice shouted again but this time with more anger and desperation in its tone.W-What's h-happening? Am I going nuts? I looked around my room which was dark with lack of sunlight. The white silk curtains danced in the evening air. I squinted my eyes and searched for the owner of the voice desperately hoping there was one even though a voice in the back of my mind said there was not. When I found there was no one, my eyes started going wide and I trembled in my clothes. Goosebumps appeared on my skin and my legs went stiff not allowing any escape.

A few seconds passed and I didn't hear any more voice. The room was eerily silent except the swishing noise of the curtain and the clock. The clock on my wall continued ticking each second and I felt fear drain from my system. I took a few deep breadths and I tried to relax the rapid beating of my heart. I placed my hand on my chest and forced myself to calm down and see sense but my adamant heart refused to.

I was just hallucinating and I DEFINITELY DIDN'T hear any creepy voices and I NEVER trembled or got scared. I was just hallucinating.I was just hallucinating. I was just hallucinating...

I repeated the words over and over to myself as I willed myself to get up and open my door so I can get out and have some fresh air to get rid of all these childish fears.

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