Novel & Cerita Two Voices Arguing In My Head

Maybe he was arguing with his father to kick me out of the pack. The simple idea caused a sharp pain in my heart, as if it were unbearable for me to think about it. Three hours had passed and I had already eaten all my nails due to anxiety. What was going on? You will soon know. Why don't you tell me who you are? Did I lose my mind? You haven't lost anything, you idiot. I would say that you rather won something. Great, I won a conversation with the voice in my head, which by the way refuses to collaborate with me.

No, he’s not. Fight back. Protect yourself. “What’s happening to me?” I whispered again, but it came out broken, frantic. The two voices inside me clashed violently. Run. Don't run. Defend yourself. They're going to hurt you Thane is trying to help you. I squeezed my eyes shut, the world tilted, swayed, then spun completely out of control. “This is insane. She has lost her mind.” That… that made me lose my mind.

I angrily kicked the bed again as I placed my hands on my head tugging my hair as hard as I could as if that could stop the anger that was boiling inside me. "You are also pathetic Malrik, you are scared aren't you" the voice whispered in my head, I shook my head slowly closing my eyes, "you are also weak and pathetic" the voice shouted in my head, "No... No I am not" I shouted back angrily. I can't let that voice control me, I started trying to drown it out as I quickly walked to the bathroom, I walked in and poured water on my face, I kept pouring water in my face until I could feel the voice disappear to the back of my head again.

The argument continued around me, their voices rising again, but the words blurred together. A dull ringing began inside my ears. My breathing grew shallow. Too fast. Too tight. I tried to swallow but my throat felt dry. My heart was beating too hard. Too fast. The sound of it echoed inside my skull. Thud. Thud. Thud. I pressed a hand against my chest. The walls seemed to tilt slightly. Their voices continued arguing in front of me. Zander’s voice. Uncle J’s voice. Sharp. Angry. But they sounded farther away now.

Stopping me from breathing, stopping my heart from beating, from anything working as it should. 'No! No! NO!' I scream, but theres no one here to hear me, to help me, or at least thats what I thought. 'Shhh... it's okay, calm down... please, relax.' 'But... but..' I try to argue with the voice in my head, 'You need to stop... now!' 'Why?' I ask the voice that has never steered me wrong. 'Am ... am I... dead?' 'Shhh... listen... you need to listen.' It tells me.

By the time I came to, Mom was looking at me with eyes that sparkled like they held a secret. "Whoa! What's with Mom's look? Can she… hear my thoughts?" She gave me a playful wink. In that moment, my heart leapt with joy. "No way! She can actually hear me! This is amazing! Together, we'll be unstoppable! This time, we're going to make those scumbags regret everything they've ever done!"

Seriously not helping to prove his argument. “I have no voice anymore,” a voice shouted from within her mind. “No, I have a voice.” She could see the words form on her lips. A voice shouted back at her. “No, I have a voice.” No one else could see this struggle; no one else could hear this turmoil in her mind. She could feel the urge coursing through her, challenging her human consciousness. She could feel her body moving, and it seemed like her mind was grinding along with every movement. She could sense the beast struggling in her, urging her human consciousness to retreat. She had control over her

I felt lost, swept away in a torrent of this chaos, each one tearing at my heart. In the final jolt, I found myself back in the cabin, but it was dark and heavy with silence. Shadows loomed, the pain in my head a constant thrum. Confusion and fear enveloped me, the images swirling in my mind leaving me breathless, unable to comprehend what was real or imagined. Darkness lurks at the back of my mind, waiting to claim my consciousness from me. I surrendered to it, embracing the calm that followed. *** For the second time in a short time I awoke to voices, but this time they were arguing.

I hope he isn’t worried about me. Once I stop thinking so hard about what I’m doing and trust my gut, I eventually hear voices. Male voices, in particular, a few of them. I follow the sound, keenly aware of the fact that I’m wearing nothing but a nightgown but not caring very much, either. I have too many questions—and I really do want to see Wesley . I don’t think I can rest until I do. The voices are coming through an open door up ahead. Only when I’m a few steps from the doorway, do I realize that what I’m hearing isn’t a friendly argument or even a civil disagreement. There’s a full-on fight brewing.

"I insist, Mira. Pay more attention, outside anxiety and realize this. Remember, a leader does not--" "Enough of this, Jordan!" I slammed, retorting and cutting him off at that point. I felt quite pissed, that he was arguing with me about my father, as if he knew him better. I did not know what particularly got me annoyed but I was so riled up about the whole thing. "Intruders. Your mind is being intruded, they are playing with it." He brought me to the realization of it all and like I had always done, I was going to deny that immediately but I suddenly started hearing faint, funny voices in my head.