Wolf Rings
By chilly72
HAVE YOU EVER THOUGHT ABOUT SUICIDE? I DO… THE VOICES TELL ME ABOUT IT, THEY TELL ME THAT IT MAKES LIFE BETTER. THE VOICES COMFORT ME, THEY TELL ME WHAT TO DO, THEY TELL ME ABOUT HOW UNFAIR THE WORLD IS, AND THAT I AM BETTER THAN THIS. I SEE THEM SOMETIMES. AT NIGHT THEY COME TO ME. THEY TAKE ME TO THEIR WORLD. SHOW ME HOW I COULD BE LIVING. THEY HURT ME WHEN I DISAGREE WITH THEM. SOMETIMES THEY CALL ME NAMES… THEY SAY THINGS I DON’T UNDERSTAND, CALL ME NAMES WHICH I DON’T KNOW THE MEANINGS OF, BUT I KNOW THEY LOVE ME….THEY HAVE TOLD ME THAT THEY HAVE TO LOVE ME BECAUSE NO-ONE ELSE DOES. MY NAME IS SARAH ACHINGLONE. I LIVE IN AUSTIN’S STATE HOSPITAL, THE HOME FOR PEOPLE LIKE ME! I GO TO A NORMAL SCHOOL THOUGH. THE GIRLS THERE BULLY ME; THEY CALL ME SPECIAL, AND MENTAL. BUT THE ‘THINGS’ INSIDE MY HEAD TELL ME THAT THEY WILL REGRET IT, AND THAT I SHOULD IGNORE THEM BECAUSE I AM PERFECT JUST THE WAY I AM! AND OF COURSE… BEING ME, I LISTEN TO EVERYTHING THEY SAY. BECAUSE THEY TELL THE TRUTH, AND THEY WOULD NEVER LIE, TO LITTLE OLD SARAH ACHINGLONE...
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