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I answered swiftly. “It’s okay. You can go on.” Gianna said. She was the one I talked with about the nightmares that came to me. The horrors of my past… “Lately, I have been hearing a strange voice in my head. It’s like a sub conscious thing. This female voice… It comes in, advising me on issues I never asked it too.” I let out, holding my head. “If I heard you correctly, you said there is this voice that speaks to you in your head. It tells you what to do in some situations.” Her words are like she sees through me. Every moment, hour and sec.

I felt a senile voice whispered one word in my ear: "remember" It wasn't a voice from the figure. It was closer, inside my head, yet distinct and ancient, crackling with age and power. It sounded like dried leaves crumbling, a voice from a time before language. The single word resonated through my skull, not as a command, but as a key turning in a lock. It hit a buried place, a sealed-off chamber in my mind, and the impact of the word shattered the carefully constructed walls I hadn't even known I possessed.

Nothing more than an umbrella lying lazily by the side. 'You'll only look stupid with that. Put it down and try to listen to me,' is what I was told by the same voice that seems clearer in my head every passing second. "Show yourself first!" I say while swinging the umbrella about. 'What is there to show? Don't you get it? I'm in your head. In. Your. Head.' Exasperation exuded from the tone of the voice and I could almost start to believe that it was truly something being generated in my head.

A voice rang in Her head.

"It's not that, Athena. It's just...I keep hearing this voice. In my head." Athena's expression turned serious. "What does it say?"

And how will he balance this ravaging new secret with his quirky school life? - IRENE BY ONYEMAOBI when an emotionally unstable human finds himself tumultuously falling in love, with her, the owner of the voice in his head. A voice in your head can mean a lot of things- it could be your conscience, a divine intervention or, -it could be the lingering whispers of someone you lost. someone you loved. A memory that comes attached with grief. A voice in your head could come rigid or softly and it could sometimes mean madness. Insanity.

No doubt informing Taylor about the latest development. I pulled his shirt downwards, making him sit beside me on the couch. "What?!" He snapped, agitated. I took in a deep breath. "Lately, there's been a voice in my head, commenting on almost everything I say or do. I don't know what's happening. At first I thought I was just imagining it, but getting all too real. It's like there's another person in my body talking to me. I know it sounds crazy, I don't even believe what I'm saying but I'm scared. Am I going mad?" my voice shaky at the last part.

I warned myself out loud whenever my mind would drift to thoughts of the passionate moments that I shared with Prince Leonard. There were many things that I didn’t understand but the thing that plagued my mind the most was that voice I heard in my head when I prayed desperately for help. ‘Where are you?’ The voice that accompanied that unbearable pain in my brain, what is it exactly? At first, I honestly believed that it was just my imagination but the more that I thought about it, the less certain I was that it was just something purely in my mind. I really heard that voice and I didn’t hear it only once. That voice spoke to me twice. It asked me a question and I answered.

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.

‘You could be buried alive, right beneath you,’ a creepy voice whispered in my head, and my eyes, which were shut, snapped open. Chills broke out on my back, and I swung my head toward the door, which stood tilted to the side. “Why would I be buried alive?" I whispered to myself, shivering at the thoughts. ‘Why don't you find out, right beneath you?’ My eyes widened when I realized that the voice in my head was real. It was speaking to me, reading my thoughts, and listening to my words, but what dismayed me was that it wasn't my wolf. It was something else.