Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-26294387-20150416134726

Hated. Always hated, by everyone. That is how it always was. For her, it was hard. Hard with school, people always bullying her there, parents, that want her to be perfect, and everyone in society, who will never accept people for who they are.

She never asked to be born like this. With being mute and being born into a world to which she felt like she didn't belong. She knows that she's more fortunate then some people, but those are still hard to live with.

When she was little she only had a few friends, but they all left when she got older. Now, she's 15 years old and she has no friends, at all.

All that is nothing though. The biggest problem is that she keeps hearing voices. When she was 12 she had a class session on certian types of mental illnesses and schizophrenia was one they talked about. That was when she realized she had it. A few years ago she was diagnosed with depression and she had some paranoia, but she got put on an anti-depressant and some kind of anxiety medicine that made her calmer for the paranoia. Nobody knows about the schizophrenia except her. Since she's mute, she can't tell people that, so she just kept it to herself. She was afraid that if she told someone, she would get bullied a lot more and she thought everyone would freak out. Nobody needs to know, right?

She can feel the schizophrenia getting worse each day. Like the voices kept getting louder and louder. The only way they'd go back to just whispers like before, is if she completely break down and start crying. Sometimes it got so bad that she had to cut in order to stop the voices from screaming. She don't know why it started to get worse, but for some reason it seems like the older she get's, the more she can hear the voices. Most of the time its hard to ignore. Now the voices in her head won't go away anymore.

"You don't deserve anything. Love, happiness, friends... Anything!"

"Stupid, idiot, worthless, useless!"

"Everybody hates you!" "Waste of space!"

"Cry, cut, scratch... Do it!"

"Kill yourself!"

The voices just keep repeating that over and over. It makes her start to believe them. They made her hate herself and her life. This went on for months, but one day they started to go away and she started hearing them less often. She doesn't know what happened to make them start whispering again and not screaming in her head. It only starts getting bad when she's alone.

When she's alone the whispers are okay for a few minutes, but then they start to get louder and louder. This continues until all of the different voices starts screaming. This happens at least once a day, usually at night when she's trying to sleep. So she tries to not be alone.

For some reason, today was different, when she came home from school her parents weren't there. Her parents are always there. Between them not being there and the bullies at school, it made her very upset. The note on the table said that they'll be back tomorrow morning and that they had to go see about a job offering a few counties away. They usually tell her before they go anywhere. She knew about the job, but didn't know it would be this soon and since her mom can't drive, her dad has to drive her. A lot of people her age stay home alone. What could go wrong?

She didn't feel hungry or anything so she walked up the stairs and went into her room. Right when she sat on her bed she heard something scratching outside her window. She went over to the window only to see nothing. Maybe it was just the neighbors cat again or maybe a bird or something. She decided to go to sleep because she knows the voices will start getting louder.

That night the scratching sound wouldn't stop and she couldn't sleep at all. She tried wearing headphones, but the voices kept telling her to take them off and not to wear them. She threw the blanket off of her and turned the light on.

She went over to the window again, but she couldn't see anything because it was too dark out. She locked the window just in case. She wished that her parents had enough money to put a light outside, since living half way in a forest can be scary at times, but money is tight right now.

She sat on her bed listening to the scratching for about a half an hour. Nothing was different, just the same scratching sound over and over. She thought about leaving the room to see if there was other scratching sounds, but she couldn't. The voices wouldn't let her. They kept telling her to stay and to not go anywhere. She was scared enough to listen to them.

Then she noticed something unsettling. The scratching wasn't coming from the window, but from her mirror next to the window. She watched it for a while, just staring at it. She noticed a faint light coming from the center of it. It never looked like that before. The mirror couldn't have a light coming from it, there was no light over there. It couldn't be making the light by itself, could it?

The paranoia's just getting worse, right? If it is, it's never been this bad before. It's always been coming and going, but it's never came back worse, always the same each time. She couldn't convince herself, because one, it didn't make any sense, and second, the voices wouldn't let her. She couldn't even think without them telling her something different.

It was making her too upset, so she finally got the nerve, she stood up and hesitantly walked over to the mirror, staring at her reflection. For some reason it was making her feel like she wanted to cry. She couldn't tell where the faint light was coming from. It was just a strange white light coming either in or shinning out of the center. It seemed like the closer she got to it the louder the scratching got. She couldn't check behind it like she wanted to, because its bolted to the wall.

She ran her fingers across the cold edges of it. She didn't understand why it felt so cold. It felt like ice was on it, but she couldn't see any ice. No other part of the room was cold, not even around the mirror; it was just when she put her hand or fingers on it was when she actually felt something.

She pulled her phone and tried to text her parents, but it wouldn't work. Every time she entered anything it kept deleting itself. It never did that before. Since she can't talk, her parents said that they'd always have their phone with them so she can talk to them from texts and they always did. This time she wanted to tell them about the voices and that she was scared. She don't want anyone to know, but she don't know what else to do. She couldn't anyway.

She was very angry and she threw her phone on her bed when she tried for the sixth time. Maybe its not real, maybe she's just overreacting to something simple.

She laid back on her bed and glanced over at her alarm clock, 11:11 it read. She started drifting off to sleep, ignoring the constant scratching.

She woke up to a crash. The mirror has been shattered. She sat up and jolted back. She looked at the clock again, 11:11. Wasn't that the time it said before? She had to have been asleep for at leased an hour! She wanted to go over to the broken mirror, but her body wouldn't move. She didn't know if she was paralyzed with fear or what it was, but she couldn't move. Her body just felt numb. She had no clue what was going on.

She stayed like that for about a minute, then her lamp started flickering. The light was going out. All she could do is watch it flicker and hope it doesn't go out. And, of course with her luck, it went out.

She still couldn't move, so all she could do was sit in the dark, wide awake, waiting for something to happen. She started to hear the scratching again and her body stared trembling. The mirror was broken, where was the scratching coming from?

She stared at the direction of the broken mirror until she saw something. Something bright white. She stared at the small, glowing white object and then she noticed that there were two of them. Eyes. She realized they were glowing, white eyes. They were the same color of the light shinning out of the mirror.

Her eyes started tearing up. There was no way out of this. The eyes suddenly vanished. Then she felt something on her legs. Something cold and sharp. It started clawing its way up both her legs, the scratching, the claws tearing into her flesh. It then felt like her arms were being cut. She was being soaked in what felt like blood. That's when she knew that this was real, not a hallucination or anything. She was actually bleeding. All of this was happening so fast, she couldn't comprehend what was going on.

Tears was streaming down her face as she started blacking out and drifting out of consciousness. She passed out.

Police tape was everywhere. Flashing red and blue lights was all her parents could remember when they came back home the next morning.

"It looks like the possible cause of death was suicide. She looks like she had some medical problems and it seems like she had schizophrenia from her reported behavior. She might of started hallucinating and cut herself with a piece of broken glass. Still, this is a slightly odd case...", a police officer said.

Another officer closed his book after he wrote down the rest of the evidence,"Why do you think this case was odd?"

"Because", the officer said sighing, "There was a good amount of blood next to the broken mirror and good amount on her bed, where she died. The blood next to the mirror was too much, that she would've passed out there. And plus... There was no trail of blood like there should've been between the bed and the mirror; in case she crawled or walked to the bed."

"What about murder?"

"No sign of forced entry and the only thing in the house that was forcibly broken was the mirror." 