The Voice In Your Head Novels & Stories

"But you said that it tells you to do dirty stuff." Beth nodded. "Yes, but it's not real, it's just in my head. Like when you and I were flirting with each other when you were changing the oil in my car, it kept telling me to turn and kiss you. I think everyone has that voice, though." Mike thought for a minute. "Why do you ask?" she inquired and Mike ran a hand through his hair. "That's really hard to explain," he answered. "No it isn't. You've got a voice in your head."

Can't you hear their voices' the voice says again and I realized it was just in my own head. "Leave me alone! You are just in my head, leave me alone"I yell at no one in particular as I tug the roots of my hair. I am going crazy. Everyone is right about me,I am crazy. 'take the gun and kill yourself. That will be the best for everyone. No one is going to miss you" it says again "No,no,no, you are just in my head. Trying to hurt me, leave me alone!"I yell walking around tugging my hair.

She slowly opened the door, and when she did, the voices entered their minds, it was suffocating to hear that they closed their eyes and even sat on the ground, covering their ears. "Argh!" Ivory yelled because of the voices inside her head, it's not only one voice asking for help, but many different voices. And they don't know where the voices are coming from. However, other than that, she has a deep feeling that there is something there, and they could see him inside that room.

I don't even remember when it happened but I'm sure we were happy and this day was very memorable for both of us. Even though I haven't seen and been with him for three years, my view of him hasn't changed even though I've lost my memory. I suddenly fell silent when I heard that voice. I couldn't even move my hand or my mouth. That voice, the voice that everyone is obsessed with, the voice that is as cold as ice, and the voice that makes my heart beat faster. The owner of that voice was none other than Sebastian. I slowly looked up and looked in the direction where the voice was coming from. I'm not wrong, he is.

"Who could she be?" "I can see you, Monica," a voice said in my head. I was so afraid that I looked everywhere to see what could have spoken to me. "Stop looking; I am right In front of you," it said again to my head. I looked forward and noticed that she did not open her mouth to talk, as her voice sounded in my head multiple times. "Get out, leave me alone," I said to the voice. "Look away," she said again, and look over the whole area."

The voice responded. But I knew that wasn’t possible. I knew it had to be the work of the alcohol. " What!" I yelled and let out a laugh. " I'm the voice in your head." It said, and I let in more air to drive this out of my head. " This is a joke. I’m sure." I said to myself and hit my cheeks twice to snap myself out of it. " You need to stop. Not that it matters. You are only hurting yourself." It said, and I almost screamed.

"Why didn't you tell me about your problem on day one? I would have spoken louder. I wou-" She shook her head. "That's not n-necessary." "Why isn't it?" "T-t-there's something in y-your voice," she stammered nervously as she gently tugged at her fingers. "In my voice?" She nodded again. "It's h-hard to ignore." "I don't understand where you're going with this." "Your voice," she looked down as a light blush stained her cheeks, "is the only voice that I can hear perfectly."

’ A voice said in my head but I thought it was Poppy trying to talk to me again. “Poppy, what did you say just then?” I asked her. “Nothing since I asked if your ok!” She replied looking very confused. ‘Aurora, it wasn’t Poppy who said it, I did!’ The voice said again talking to me like a separate person. “I feel like I’m losing my mind, I hear a voice in my head, or can you two hear it as well?” I questioned both of them who just looked at each other in a little bit of shock and then looked back at me with a smile on their faces.

“Just tell her to accept him.” “Will you go away already?” I groaned. “You’re a parasite, aren’t you. Some worm from uncooked meat that burrowed into my brain, driving me to insanity.” “Please. You haven’t enough brains to nourish a gnat, let alone my magnificent self. Your insanity is not my doing either.” I groaned, wondering if I were to stick a hot poker through my ear if he would shut up. Maybe I am going insane. That is the only way to explain this voice named Rome in my head. Next I’m going to conjure up an imaginary friend named Paris or some shit.

She asked obviously confused and terrified. "No, you are not". The voice replied. "What are you? where are you?". She yelled and posed in a defensive manner as if whatever was speaking to her would come out of nowhere and attack her. "I'm someone like you and I'm in your head". "In my head?". She flinched and her eyes widened in terror again. "How are you in my head?". She asked. "The same way you can drift from one time frame to another". The voice replied.