Two Voices Arguing In My Head Novels & Stories

He disgusted me when he slit his throat with his finger to accentuate what he meant. But I ended up being an exception. Alone and desperate, the pressure of uncertainty prompted my shifting. My body, not mature enough for the change, went through an agonizing and painful process. I was crying the whole time, but then I started to hear two faint voices in my head. They were arguing why the other one was there, and how one of them was not supposed to be there and should leave. Hello? I managed to ask. Well, hello back, girl. It is nice to finally meet you. Voice One said.

I storm into the bathroom and slam the door behind me. With my hands in my hair I pace in the bathroom, hearing things smash and crash next door I don’t even react. Moving towards the toilet, I slam the lid down and sit. My elbows resting on my thighs, my hands slide down to my face. I can hear them argue, but I’m not listening to the words. There is a war raging in my head. “Miiiiiiaaaaaaa, mark them. Take what is ours.” I shake my head to stop the voice as I listen to more things being destroyed.

The cacophony of voices echoed around him, distant yet somehow piercing. He found himself standing in the hazy periphery of a scene, a memory from his childhood that remained etched in his subconscious—the day he overheard his parents arguing. Their voices, once muffled whispers, now reverberated sharply through the walls, a symphony of discord that shook the very foundation of his understanding. Logan crept closer to the partially ajar door of his father’s study, drawn by the urgency in his parents' voices. He lingered, unseen, on the periphery of their heated exchange.

Like smoke seeping through cracks in a closed room. And I was beginning to feel suffocated by it. I leaned back into the couch and pressed my palms against my face. “What are you doing, Vivian?” I whispered to myself. The question hung in the air. Heavy. Unanswered. Two voices rose inside me immediately. They had been there for weeks now. Growing louder. Stronger. More persistent. The first voice was soft. Emotional. Honest. Tell him. My fingers curled tighter. The second voice came quickly.

“I HEARD VOICES! You were messing with me to prove a fucking point.. that’s low!” He stared at me for a long second. Then glanced around the hallway. “…No, I did not.” I gasped. “EXCUSE ME?” He walked past me casually, like I wasn’t seconds away from fainting. “You’re tired. You’re stressed. You’re imagining things.” “I am NOT imagining things!” I snapped. “I heard voices.. You were speaking and banging on the ceiling .” That made him pause for half a second. Just one. Then he turned his head slightly. “That’s insane SOL. I can’t knock on the ceiling.”

"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."

Alexander? My own voice fills my mind, just like it did a few minutes ago, when I was overthinking. It feels odd, but natural, in a way. I’ve done that a couple times this week, and that’s when that female voice has commented on another voice she didn’t know being present. I’m still not convinced I’m not crazy, so it feels really weird to be thinking like this. My body feels frozen as I concentrate on hearing a response to something that may or may not exist. What the fuck, Yohan? How are you in my head?

"Nope." The voice sighed dramatically. "Oh, here we go." I spun in circles searching the forest.."Who's there?" "Still panicking. That's impressive." My breathing became uneven. This was bad, this was very bad. Maybe I'd finally lost my mind. Probably the palace stress had broken something inside my brain. Maybe dragons had somehow made me insane. The voice clicked its tongue. "You really do like thinking of the worst possibility first." "I AM HEARING VOICES!" "Yes, I noticed."

The way both of them growled when I ground against them. A soft whine escapes me before I can stop it. I fly upright– Voices. Loud ones. I am frozen as a sharp bark of sound echoes from somewhere outside. That is male voices arguing. I yank my hand away like I’ve been caught committing crimes against humanity. “What the hell…” The voices get louder. I scramble up, sloshing water everywhere while my heart pounds wildly now for entirely different reasons. Wrapping myself hurriedly in one of the giant towels hanging nearby, I creep toward the balcony doors.

I wanted them both to stop. I wanted them both to leave. I wanted silence. Instead, the argument continued. Louder. Sharper. Angrier. My head started pounding. The pain intensified. Everything sounded distant. Echoing. Blurred. My chest felt strange. Very strange. I tried taking a breath. Something wasn't right. The voices around me became muffled. Like I was underwater. I opened my mouth. Nothing came out. The room tilted. Suddenly. Violently. Quinn's voice stopped.