The Voice In My Head Book Novels & Stories

I found myself distracted again by a voice in my head. 'You shouldn't be doing this...'

“Couldn’t sleep?” She shook her head. “Too much noise in my mind.” He sat up slowly, his shirt rumpled, hair messy, but still beautiful in a way that stole her breath. “You get used to that part.” “I don’t want to get used to it.” “You think I did?” he murmured. Evelynn looked down, then back at him. “You told me once that the bite changes everything. But I don’t think it made me something I’m not. I think it just… lit a match.”

Followed by a sweet smile and a soft pat on the head. But recently something felt weird about me. I was now hearing a voice in my head. And no... It wasn't my imagination. It was a calm, quiet whisper in the back of my mind. Sometimes it laughed. Sometimes it hummed. But it never left me. 'Dont listen to them, you're not weak' 'Soon, Kira, soon' she'd always whisper '... Let me out Kira, I'll protect you' I refused to tell anyone at first because I was scared. I thought I was going crazy.

She heard echoing voices inside her head shouting for help and screaming in pain. The book fell on the floor while she couldn’t manage to rid off the blatant voices coming repeatedly inside her head. There it was a sudden flickering of her lampshade with her shivering body that only knows nothing after reappearing the execution to her father in her mind. It was unbearable that she absolutely lose all the power to get up, but then she tried to fit in and listen with unequal complaints of people that are mostly told to be living a poorest state.

I looked around, only to realize that the voice was in my head. “Be careful with Chad…” The voice licked my eardrums and I felt chills run down my spine.

Maybe one of Adrians or Veronica's. "Sure." I smiled back before advancing on the hard floors of the hall way. Immediately i entered my room, my head filled with voices, whispers at first before it became loud, so loud, it was as though the conversation was happening in my head. At first i shook my head at the sellected voices. Maybe my mind was playing games on me. But the more i distanced myself from the voices, the louder it became. An all too familiar voice boomed in my head. Ferris, in a conversation, what sounded like a plan, to disgrace me

My fingers slowly rose in the air, and their gaze was following every one of my moves. My fingers moved towards the man behind. “I think I've seen him before. I-i,” I paused, my head hanging low as I tried to process my words. “I think I've heard his voice before. He's the only person whose voice kept playing in my head.” I stopped thinking. Trying to gather the distorted voices that were ringing in my head. “Pro-” I swallowed as I was striving to form the words. “Professor,” the words finally came out after three trials. “The voices in my head kept calling him each time I heard his voice.”

GINA'S POV “Why don't you confess and get this over with?” “Confess about what exactly?” “You know what you have to confess about. Don't play dumb.” Voices! The voices in my head were going wild. Voices in my head? No, they're not in my head. It was me and a voice just on the other side of the wall. It's a f**king voice on the other side of the wall—a voice I had been speaking with beyond the damn wall.

"It just happened. One moment, I was feeling overwhelmed by everything going on around me, and then... something inside me snapped. I felt this surge of energy, and before I knew it, I was doing things I didn't know I could do." They listened intently as I recounted the events of the day, including the strange voice in my head. "It was like someone else was guiding me," I explained. "This voice, it told me what to do, or rather it merged into my soul, and sort of controlled my movements. I wasn’t really the one who had pushed Chyra. It was the voice. I don’t know what it is, but it felt familiar and at the same time strange, like a lost old friend would feel like." There was silence.

kind of. My hands were shaking slightly, not enough for someone to point it out but I could feel it. That subtle tremble you only get when your brain’s fried and your body’s still running on leftover adrenaline from God knows what. I inhaled through my nose, shoved my books into the locker like they were personally offending me, and just stared blankly at the inside of it like it held the answers to my rapidly imploding life. “So what is going on?” The voice cut through the chaos in my head so fast I physically jumped, bumping my shoulder against the locker door.