Too Loud

I hear an almost in audible yell above me; I groan and turn the TV up loader. “It seems that they've started up again.” I say to myself as I grab my remote and turn up the TV once more, the voices growing even louder. Feeling annoyed I went to the bathroom and grabbed the pills my doctor prescribed, Codeine I think it was, it was supposed to be used as a pain reliever, but he told me to take it whenever I started to hear voices.

I popped two of them in my mouth and sat back down in my chair. I regularly went to a psychologist to relieve stress and to clear my mind. One day I told him a little about the voices and he was kind enough to give me those pills. They worked wonders, I fell asleep and the voices ceased to be heard.

I awoke about 4 hours later to the voices louder than ever. Now I was downright pissed off. I got up grabbed my machete and made my way to the attic. I unlocked the dead bolt on the door and walked in. They were still moaning and pleading for help. I brought my arm back preparing for a huge swing; I brought the entire force of the machete down on him. His head rolled of and rested on the arm of a little girl I had kidnapped just a month ago.

“And let this be a lesson to all of you, help will never come! So shut the fuck up! Or I’ll be back and kill all of you!”

The 4 other people shackled to the wall lay silent. I went back down stairs and made myself a sandwich.