Author: Phytophobic PM
The Voices in my head never stop. They never cease their constant torments. They drown my mind in their incessant lies. The Voices in my head never stop. They control my life, ruling from within. They are eating my soul, lie by simple lie.Rated: Fiction T - English - Mystery/Supernatural - Chapters: 5 - Words: 3,042 - Reviews: 5 - Favs: 4 - Follows: 4 - Updated: 02-08-13 - Published: 01-28-13 - id: 3096238
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I awoke in a cave. A cave? Waves crashed against the cliff below me, sending a rush of fear up my spine. I had found the sea. I had no jacket and the cold seeped through to my bones. Jacket… Dean had given me his jacket last night. I'm sure of it. What did I do with it? Where is Dean now? Then it dawns on me.
He lived in London. There are no caves in London. If Dean lives in London, then I used to live in London. London. Yet, how was Dean here? He was with me. I am sure he was. I remember his musky smell, his comforting voice, the warmth of his jacket. I remember the feel of his arms around me, holding me together. I remember everything he told me, who I am. I am Pandora.
It was a dream. The Voices had whispered to me in my sleep, forming a dream. Everything that had happened last night didn't happen last night. I hadn't found Dean. Wait…
Dean is in London. I had to go to London. Going to London would mean being around people. I hadn't been with people, spoken, for a year, since I last escaped a hospital. I was hunted for for weeks, when I was only in the woods over the road, watching for my chance to run. When it came, I left, and I haven't spoken since, at least, not to anyone. I didn't need to, I had enough Voices in m mind, without having to concentrate on others.
They wanted me to go to London. The place I was born, raised. The place I ran away from. Do they realise how much danger I would be in? Yes Myla, find Dean. He knows. They didn't tell me what he knows, it didn't escape my notice. But they knew what they were asking me to do. They knew the dangers. They knew and they wanted me to go, They wanted me to enter a place I had vowed never to return to, not after my escapade in the London Mental Institute… God I hated London.
It would be suicidal, but I couldn't die, the Voices knew that, knew I had tried. They wouldn't let me die. Somehow I knew I would never die, not really. I would live on forever in the hearts of people.
The Voices call me Myla. The papers call me Sophie. The trees call me Sasha. I am the girl of many names. I am Pandora.
The Voices wanted me to go to London, to be amongst people, in the capital. I would be in terrible danger but I have to go. Sometimes you have to do what you know is right and damn the consequences. And somehow I knew this was the right thing, even if it is the most dangerous thing I could ever do. But why is putting myself in so much danger right?
The Voices refuse to answer me and I think… I am Pandora…