Young Writers Society

TW: This story talks about hallucinations if you get triggered by that then I would not recommend reading :)

As I walked down the hallway I heard what sounded like hundreds of voices. Almost all of them told me to turn back, but some of them told me to keep going. I knew they were all in my head, I heard those voices all the time, but they got louder when I was scared and at that moment I was scared. The hallways seemed to go on forever, my anxiety heightened, and my paranoia increased. The senseless voices came with it. My mind spun, the voices got louder and louder the more I walked. I was almost there, almost to the living room. After taking a few more steps the voices got even louder; why was her hallway so long? I saw the living room door and walked into it, my fear went away and the voices quieted, but the voices were still there, whispering to me making sure I knew they would never cease.

“Hey Molly, What took you so long?” My best friend, Sarah teased.

“Your hallway is so long, I'm not used to it,” I answered.

I saw her mom and dad laughing, I wish I knew she lived in a mansion before going to her house, I also wished I had known beforehand that her parents were so cruel. Since the moment I got there, they had been laughing at me about everything, nitpicking every little thing I did.

“Your mom will be here in five minutes,” her dad said still chuckling to himself..

“Okay,” I muttered.

I already had my bag on, my mom had called 20 minutes ago, I sat on the couch and waited, her whole family was talking about me. About the way I looked, the way I dress, the way I spoke, pretty much everything.

Five minutes later my mom arrived. I didn’t even say goodbye to Sarah, I just left. My mom smiled and waved as I walked up to the car.

When I got in the car, my mom saw the look on my sour face.

“What's wrong?” she asked as I got in the seat beside her.

“Nothing” I whispered.

“Okay,” She said with worry as she was backing out of the driveway.

The whole car ride home I was quiet, yet again I'm always quiet around my mom. There is just nothing to say to her.

When we got home I went to my room and flew onto my bed, my room was quiet which made the voices seem louder. I’ve never known whether I hate the voices or not, the voices being there always comforted me, maybe it's because the voices are the only things that actually make sense to me.

I hear a knock on my bedroom door, I get up and open the door, to see my mom

“Food is ready,” she said

“Okay,” I said quietly

I walk down the steps with her, I’m about to put my food in a bowl and eat it upstairs when I notice that the table is set with fancy tableware.

“Why did you set the table? ” I ask my mom

“For me and you of course,” My mom replies

“We haven’t sat at the table ever since-” I can’t finish my sentence because I can’t hurt mom

“I know,” she muttered

We sat at the table and ate quietly, it was awkward. Ever since Dad died being in the same room with Mom is awkward. Back when Dad was alive talking to Mom was easier. We used to hang out all the time and chat, just the three of us; with no voices.