Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-25033184-20140608215811

From the day I was born I can remember that dreadful gift.....I could read minds. Normal children yearned for a chance to have super powers. To help people like their childhood hero's did. But if you had one, trust me, it was no gift. Everyday the inner voices around me haunted my mind. at night, voices entered my head and never stopped. There was always one voice that would not rest, which kept me from gaining peace. It would scream, and it sounded tortured all day and night. I would look around, searching for the one who's voice it belonged to. who could be so insane to think thoughts as gruesome as those? My parents were worried, of course I never told them for not wanting to be sent off, or drugged to a state of insanity, but who says I wasn't already?

My life slowly went by, and that single voice followed me all through it. Soon I was out of high school and in college. I was very irritable, quiet, and temper issued so when I found that I would be sharing a dorm room with a loud, annoying, party animal, of course I was upset. I tried to switch dorms but the counselor said it would be "good to practice my social abilities, and have more fun" so I was stuck. every night I would toss and turn, no way of resting for that voice would not leave me. it mocked me, and told me...horrible things. It became stronger every day.

One day my dorm mate decided to throw a party in our room. As people filed in I sat in the back room shaking, holding my hands over my ears, the voices would not leave! The music was blaring and I began to scream as the last of my sanity drained out of me, and soon I could no longer make a sound other then a raspy growl, but I kept screaming. I couldn't take it anymore all the voices were growing louder, with that one in particular rising above the rest, I couldn't wait any longer so I slammed open the door and went to the kitchen, smashing people out of the way until I found the sharpest knife I could and turned and began laughing maniacally, but that raspy growl is all that came out. People began staring, the music shut off and I made my way to the only exit and reached for the lock on the door laughing, as someone grabbed my shoulder "dude calm down, you're scari-" I quickly turned and slashed his throat with my knife. There were screams as blood oozed down his throat. The voices were no longer going to bother me. I grinned to myself. this was it, I was done. I slashed through the crowd as the voices began getting quiet. I felt relieved. With every stab and slash brought more relief. Oh how they ran and scattered to avoid the tip of my blade. But it was no good.

At last I was just about done as I hear someone whimpering in the corner and I slowly approach, my raspy laugh slowly getting louder, his eyes get big as he sees me approach, I hear the thoughts as they run through his brain, oh how it made me crazy to hear his pathetic thoughts. And I soon realized his was the voice that would not leave me. the voice that kept me awake at night and turned me to the monster I am today. I was right in front of his face now, my breathe creating a foggy smudge, I plunge the knife deep and a relief takes over my body as I fall to the ground and hit the mirror in front of me, it smashes to pieces and they fall over my body. Finally I drift into a long deep sleep. As all the voices are quiet. 