The Voice In My Head Book の小説・ストーリー

Hopefully. I walk straight into the building with my head high, walking past Shannon with a small wave and a tight lipped smile and also trying to ignore the stupid murmurs that erupted from the lips of people whose only aim in life is to talk about people and keep going backward since all they literally ever talk about are things of the past and nothing about the future. I head towards the elevator in a hurry, eager to surprise Fabian and Martha and in the process of going too fast I collide with someone, my head hitting rock hard muscles that immediately gave me a headache.

Somewhere in it, Jeremy Torrence was doing whatever Jeremy Torrence did with his evenings, sending messages into a phone he thought still had power over me, believing he lived inside my head. He did, still. Some days more than others. But he was sharing the space now. With a man who'd spent months finding a first edition of my favorite book because I'd mentioned it once in a conversation about hypothetical fires. I turned the page. And for the first time in a long time, the voice in my head was my own.

I closed my eyes, trying to drown out the voice in my head. *Imagine that cock in you, pounding you hard.* A voice said. *No, that’s my stepfather,” I said firmly to myself, refusing to fall. *** By midnight, the little voices fighting in my head refused to leave. I tossed and turned on the bed, sleep refusing to come.

“Better than that club, at least.” “Exactly.” April disappeared into the back room, returning with a stack of books. She plopped them in front of me. “Here. Keep your hands busy, maybe your brain will stop overloading.” I rolled my eyes but pulled the stack closer. “My brain has stopped overloading, work master.” “Motivator,” she corrected with a grin.

He leaned in curiously just like the fool that he was. Dumb, smug bastard. BAAM! My forehead slammed into his nose. White-hot pain. Blood exploded from his nostrils. He staggered back, clutching it, eyes wild. The crowd screamed. I-I-I didn’t plan that. “You didn’t,” said a voice in my head. “I did.” What the fuck! “Who’s talking inside me?” No response. Suddenly, my mouth moved without my permission. Just the same way my head did seconds before.

The same voice that I heard this morning, cold and vicious,talked to me suddenly from inside of my brain as I kept thinking. I was trembling with fear and anxiety as well as anger as I heard the voice again. "Who are you?" I replied within my head,trying hard to communicate with whoever it was. "I'm your inner wolf. At last you got me within you!" I heard the most vicious chuckling voice, laughing throughout my whole existence! My head was bursting with devastating pain as the voice spoke, as if my brain would tear apart! I felt a strong existence of something devilish lurking inside of me as if trying to come outside without any notice!

The only thing that I know is that I will discover it once I look into it. Sitting on the floor with this book on my hand, I dare not waste my time going back to my personal chair and table. There is a urge in me saying that I should open it. WIth that, I took the courage in removing the lock and opening a page. The very moment I opened itt, Something is weird. It is as if a voice is speaking on my mind.

“You saw those memories during Iridian because of your progression in the game and how close you were to unraveling the curse…but I made sure no one would ever uncover that particular memory. How do you know of it?” The stars in his eyes blinked out, taking with them his sanity. I could hear his voice in my head. The voice of the man who had scribbled relentlessly in that leather-bound journal until the tip of the pen broke through the page. Ranting about the slippery voice in his head, like the sharp edge of a razor. So easy to miss until you’re staring down at your own life blood, watching it pool on the floor. It was this look alone that made me answer truthfully.

But the voices in my head wouldn’t shut up. My head kept replaying everything ruthlessly, making my chest hurt. I felt so tired…. So unbelievably tired. “What if it just… stopped?” The thought invaded my head. I stared at my desk, looking at the bottle of aspirin sitting there. I didn’t remember buying it, maybe Sonia had. My brain felt slow. The voice came back. “You can quiet the voices in your head forever. Stop it all forever.” My legs moved before I fully realized it and I grabbed the bottle. My fingers trembled as I twisted the cap open, hesitating for just a second. Then the noise in my head got louder again.

I turned to Killian, my breath still uneven. His eyes were back to being cold and unreadable. "Celeste," the whispering voice returned and I quickly turned back to see no one. Get out of my head. A screeching sound grew in my head, and I panicked. “It's coming for you!” The voice screeched. “Who's there?” I murmured, looking around but there was no one. “It's all in your head. You're just stressed,” I repeated, shivering as I fought the voice in my head.