aww the voices tell stories of horror, melting glass windows change into people long gone, screaming out of the darkness telling me to do things... I face them with tears in my eyes screaming for them to leave me be, but the voices whisper a whisper.... a whisper of ill fate, I dont know what I should do... in my mind I throw myself to the floor and cover my ears but the beings begin to scream orders at me... I cant stop them... they are too strong...
People come, they point and laugh at me... they scream at me "You weak thing" it becomes a chant...
to face the voices in my head... I must always prepare for a battle, a battle that I almost always lose...

I hope that this time I win...