Mayor's Addiction
I uttered, breathing very slowly.
"The voices in my head are back, Phoenix," and his voice gave me goosebumps. This was something I was afraid of because, inside my head, I knew he could be worse than anyone if he ever went back to being his old self.
"When?" I asked in fear.
"It’s been days. I can hear them again," my breathing was slow now. We already had too much to face, and now was not the time for him to lose control or let the voices inside his head win. Or maybe it was because of his addictions. He was getting tired of everything, even me. Instead of hating him or doubting him, I had to understand him because it wasn’t something he did on purpose; he has some mental issues, I felt. I
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