Chapter 5

Day, night, awake or asleep. It continues to torture her

"Emily" it calls out

"say something, play with me a little"

"please leave me alone" tears fall down her face. she hasn't gotten a minute of peace, her mind no longer belongs to her, and now she shares it with this beast.

perhaps this was the universe punishing her for her continuous cries and her unstop complaints of being lonely, now she was not alone and it doesn't seem like

she'll never be alone again.

"come on Emily, I've been doing everything to make you like me. we can be really great friends if you just cooperate with me"

"I have no interest in being your friend, please just leave me alone"

"Well I'm very interested in you and I'm not leaving until I get what I want" it sounds determined and is definitely not leaving anytime soon

"What the fuck do you want from me?" she tugs her hair, pulling out some hair and bruising her scalp

"Emily you're talking to yourself again" Charles struts into her room not even bothering to knock, maybe he did, maybe she just didn't hear. He has the blue pills in his hand "Drink more of this"

"It doesn't work" she refuses the strange bills "it's only getting worst"

"Take the damn pills Emily" he forces the bottle into her hand

"Fuck you Charles, I said no" she throws the bottle on the ground. The bottle breaks and all the contents spill on the floor.

His gaze falls to the ground then back at her. He glares at her fuming with anger, the veins in his head throbbing up and down as he clenched his jaw. She isn't backing down, she glares right back at him, unwilling to give in.

Those drugs are fucked up and she knows it and he knows it too but for some reason unknown to her he forces her to take them.

He sighs heavily, rubbing his eyes with his fingers "you know what, I'm not doing this with you Emily. You don't wanna take them you don't have to, I'm leaving"

He walks out of the room as majestically as he walked in. He pauses at the door "you know I'm only trying to do what's best for you" he gazes at her probably waiting for a reply, she turns her head in the opposite direction signaling that she has nothing else to say to him. He frowns then leaves slamming the door behind him.

He seemed angry

Should I have just taken the damn pills

But they don't work

Oh I hate fighting with my husband

I should just drink them and apologize when he gets home

"Flush them down the toilet"

"What?" Emily asks confused

"Pick up every single one of does damn pills and flush them down the toilet" the voice continues " and if he ever brings more, flush those fuckers too"

"I'm not going to let you ruin my relationship with my husband" she yells in an aggressive tone

"He's messing with your brain and you've been so blind to see it cause of those pills"

Emily is unsure.

Who would you trust? A husband that you've known and loved for many years or a mysterious voice that's been driving you crazy for weeks?

"Emily listen to me, I know what I'm saying"

She bends down to the floor picking the pills one by one making sure not to leave a single one out. she stares at the strange pills in her hands, wondering how she was able to ignore the irritating acidic aroma in the past.

She walks to the bathroom and drops them from her hand one by one into the toilet, the water turns blue then starts to fuzzies and bubble.

"What are these pills?" she mumbles before flushing everything down the toilet

"Great, you're finally listening to me"

"Oh shut up, I still don't trust you. I just trust those pills even less" she says watching the blue liquid go down the toilet and then disappear. a feeling of doubt rushed over her, is it right for her to disregard her husband's words like that?

"you're his wife, not his guinea pig"

"but you're sure of what you said," Emily asks doubtfully "about the drugs messing with my brain"

"a hundred percent"

Emily is worried and confused, this could all be a plot by the voice; maybe the pills made her better, maybe the voice wanted her to stop taking them so it could torture her forever.

"I hate it so much when you call me that"

"call you what?" Emily asked

"the voice, I'm so much more than just a voice in your head Emily" the voice became low and smooth, its giggles echoing across the room

"then what are you?" Emily asks hoping to get an actual answer this time

"I thought I told you before"

"That wasn't an actual answer" Emily rolls her eyes annoyed

"well that's the only answer you're gonna get" more giggles follow after that sentence

Emily rolls her eyes once more, giving up on anything even remotely similar to a reasonable answer from the voice

"so what would like me to call you"

"hmmm" it pretends to think long and hard about it "millie, pronouns she/her"

"Okay....millie, happy now"

"Very"

Emily is amazed by the extent of her madness, is she really communicating with the demons in her head, did she really just give it a name and pronouns? just how sick in the head is she?

"relax Emily, everyone has voices in their head" Millie states in a nonchalant tone

"well not everyone has full-on conversations with them," Emily remarked

"well I guess that makes you special"

Emily only scoffs "I highly doubt that"

Millie laughs again. There's something unsettling about Millie's laugh, it sounds like a long evil chuckle and echoes across the room, bouncing off the walls right back to her eardrums, she didn't know imaginary voices could produce echos, let alone send icy chilies down your spin. she laughs so long and so often, like shes so sure of herself, like she knows something Emily doesn't.

what does she know and why is she hiding it from me?