I wrote this one day when I got bored. Basically, this story is written in second person and the ‘you’ is the voice in the back of a girl’s head. The conversation is in this format: ‘You’ are the italics, the girl is the normal type. I hope you don’t get confused!

Drowning, unable to breath, suffocating on nothing…

I can’t help but feel that way sometimes.

Why?

I don’t know! Stop asking me!

But why don’t you know?

I just…I can’t…I can’t think straight.

What are your reasons?

Do I need reasons?

…why aren’t you answering me?

I don’t know.

You’re mocking me.

I am.

I hate you.

Then you hate yourself.

Shut up! I know that!

Do you, though?

Why do you ask such stupid questions? Why don’t you ever make sense? It’s annoying!

I ask stupid questions because you say stupid things. I think that’s fair.

Whatever. Stop talking to me. I can’t focus.

Ha, you’re trying to focus? On what, homework?

So what if I am?

You’re just trying to avoid me. You can’t do that, and you know it.

I’m ignoring you.

Suit yourself.

By the way…how is school going?

You know how it’s going. Don’t ask when you already know.

Yes, yes, but it’s fun to see you angsting like this.

I’m not angsting!

Poor girl, she could do so much better but only does enough work to get by.

Stop it!

A wonderful student in the eyes of her teachers, but a failure in the eyes of her parents. How lonely it must be! You can do so much better, you can get straight A’s if you try.

Shut up!

But alas, you get B’s with your mixture of A’s. Tsk tsk, not enough. Your little sister gets worse grades then you, but since she tries so hard she’s better then you.

The pencil lead breaks and the other part of you, the physical part of you, groans in frustration. From the corner of her mind you smile and lean back on your heels. Her reactions never cease to amuse you, and every time you speak to her with a barbed tongue she dies a little more inside.

Are you done talking to me now?

Your smile widens and you crouch down to the floor, your non-existent hands resting on the just as non-existent floor.

Nope. Why, did you get your hopes up?

Unfortunately, I did.

Aw, sorry. Didn’t mean to crush your heart. Want me to kiss it better?

Stop mocking me.

The firm tone in her voice doesn’t surprise you. Through her eyes, you can see that her mother has just walked into the room. Impatiently, you hold your tongue until she is gone. The door shuts, and you let out a breath you didn’t know you had been holding. Not that you need to breathe, anyway.

So-oh, what do you want to talk about?

Nothing.

Okay! Nothing is-

I was serious!

So am I.

Just…don’t talk to me. Don’t talk at all.

She sounds so tired that for once you decide to listen. Settling into your corner, you close you eyes against the darkness and become dormant once more. After all, you can always kill her a little more tomorrow.