Lose Yourself The Voice Novels & Stories

"I'll pray. Research. Beg every god I know. We'll find the answer." We fall asleep tangled. Connected. Desperate. Determined. But I dream of Hope. Of her transformation. Of her sacrifice. Of her mismatched eyes staring at me through the void. And I hear her voice. Distant. Fading. Begging. "Grandma. Help. I'm losing myself. The void is consuming me. I can't hold on much longer. Please. Save me before I forget who I was. Before I become them completely." I wake screaming.

His voice was soft and his voice was laced with a mix of sadness and excitement. “With your hand in my hand and a pocket full of soul… I can tell you there's no place we couldn't go… Just put your hand on the glass… I'm here tryin' to pull you through… You just gotta be strong” I slid down the wall and leaned my head against the wall. I closed my eyes as the hair on my body stood erect. I shivered at his voice. I was so lost in his voice that I couldn't help but admire it.

I clear my mind and try to concentrate, I can feel a tingling sensation in my left hand and I swear I can hear a voice so I focus my attention on the voice as hard as I can. "Theo...Theo, please wake up, Please don't leave me! I just found you and I know we haven't got to speak or well do anything together but I already know I don't want to lose you, my heart is breaking watching you like this, please don't give up, please come back to me!"

The blue lady was gone, taking her comfort with her but Izzy was no longer in the throes of a painful death. The first voice came back, it was soothing. The deep, calm words flowed over her body. She knew that voice. A small memory niggled at the back of her mind, reminding her that she shouldn’t trust that voice. She didn’t know why but she knew it had betrayed her. She cried out in desperation, her voice echoing around her as she let her despair overwhelm her. She felt the betrayal acutely, piercing every part of her soul as her body was ripped from her heart, her spirit broken despite the pretty promises that had mended its original despair.

'There is no one else in the room but us, stupid,' I heard the voice say again. Pulling the blanket over me, "W-who said that?" I gulped as I cowered in the bed. The voice responded, 'I did. Close your eyes and focus on my voice.' "Are you trying to kill me?" I whispered. 'You just need to take deep breaths and clear your mind,' the voice instructed. After doing as the mysterious voice instructed, what appeared to be a white cloud began to form, and the feeling of peace gradually came over me as I relaxed. A beautiful meadow soon greeted me, and I smiled at its beauty.

I figured there would eventually be some important announcement outside, and the bathroom would clear out. I wasn’t sure what announcement they made, but I waited long enough for the bathroom to fall silent. When I stepped out of the stall, no one was there. I approached the mirror, as I often did, and took a deep breath. After everything that had happened, I felt utterly humiliated and insecure. Trying to compose myself, I decided to do the exercise I’d started recently reciting my mantra. Just as I was about to begin, a voice interrupted me. “Have you realized yet that everything I told you was true?”

I breathe out But I am not Not even close It feels like something inside me is trying to tear its way out Not painfully Not violently But insistently Like it has been waiting far too long And it is done waiting You are close The voice returns Clearer than ever Stronger Not just in my mind anymore It feels like it is everywhere In the walls In the air In me “What do you want from me,” I whisper Kael hears it Of course he does His grip tightens slightly “It’s talking again,” he says “Yes,” I answer “What is it saying” I swallow slowly “It says I’m close” The silence that follows is heavy

Fear crawled through me again. “And if I accept?” The pause that followed terrified me. “You may still lose pieces of yourself,” the voice admitted calmly. “But the transition will stabilize.” I let out a shaky breath. So those were my choices. Fight and risk becoming unstable. Or surrender and risk losing myself slowly anyway. Neither felt fair. “You call this balance?” I whispered bitterly. “No,” the voice replied. “I call it truth.” The battlefield outside the field suddenly grew louder again. I heard wolves shouting.

I don’t even care for myself. For at that moment, I am not me. I am not a girl, nor am I a being. But I am part of something greater than myself. I belong to the moon and the night, drowning in the darkness... “Wake up, forgotten one,” Suddenly, the witch’s chiming voice rings within my skull, “Don’t let the moon and the stars claim you, or else you would not be able to return. Follow my voice and I will show you what you are. Follow my voice.”

I say quietly, my voice steady, “…we lose anyway.”