Novel & Cerita Two Voices Arguing In My Head

I was done with the evasions and half-truths. Defeated, he slumped onto the bed. "It's like... I'm constantly fighting with these voices in my head," he confessed, his words coming out in halting, choppy bursts as if each sentence was a battle. "And they're starting to win." He paused, his gaze locking onto mine, filled with a silent plea for understanding. "I know how it sounds, Eve. Like I'm mentally ill. But I promise you, that's not it. There's something I can't tell you, literally can't, and it's killing me."

But I couldn't The voices were growing closer and closer and my head seemed to grow bigger on listening to the voices talk at the same time! I clutched my head tightly trying to regulate my breathing "June!" I yelled into space with no response "June!!" I yelled again but got no response, I stood up taking a look at everything surrounding me but i couldn't recognize anything!

voice said. It was my voice, or I think it was my voice. Argh, I can’t remember. “Nobody is listening to us,” a guy’s voice sounded. “It doesn’t matter, this is not the time, or place,” I said, or I think I said it. I have things that I need to do, I told myself because apparently something happened to me. Aaaahh, I screamed in my head because talking and arguing to myself is the only thing I can do right now. “Hanna, I need you to get your ass up and explain what the hell happened,” I heard a woman say. Or I think it was a woman. Then a face flashed into my mind. Oh, that was my mother. What was my mother doing here, wherever here is. It’s so frustrating. “Get your ass up,” th

He was normal and that was all that mattered. That was all I needed to hear before exhaustion pulled me under again. I wasn’t sure how long I was out, but the sound of raised voices brought me back to consciousness. The voices were sharp, making my head ache and I blinked groggily, my body was too slow to respond. My head moved wearily to the side, and through the noise, I saw shadows moving outside the door, it seemed to be two figures locked in a heated argument. But before I could make sense of it, the door swung open, and nothing else mattered to me in the world, not the arguments, not the fact that I couldn’t walk, nothing!

My body was resisting and I was fighting with a younger version of myself for control and I had managed to fight back which made me hear voices. “What's happening to her?” I heard a voice shouting but I couldn’t remember where I knew the voice from. “Stay on your seat, sir. She is convulsing. Dean, how far until we get to the hospital?” A female voice shouted. The voices faded again as if I was forced back into my trance. I was face to face with the one who was responsible for everything and she was not backing down. She knew I had the upper hand but she refused to give up the fight. Her will power was the same as mine. It was understandable because we were the same. The only difference was

Maybe one of Adrians or Veronica's. "Sure." I smiled back before advancing on the hard floors of the hall way. Immediately i entered my room, my head filled with voices, whispers at first before it became loud, so loud, it was as though the conversation was happening in my head. At first i shook my head at the sellected voices. Maybe my mind was playing games on me. But the more i distanced myself from the voices, the louder it became. An all too familiar voice boomed in my head. Ferris, in a conversation, what sounded like a plan, to disgrace me

I just needed tomorrow off to get my life in order. 'And get Asher out of your mind?' My inner voice muttered. I rolled my eyes at the name that shouldn't be mentioned. But I didn't have the strength to bicker at her or at me rather, regardless of the weird fact that I have been having conversations with a voice in my head which seems to be me but at the same time seems to have a helluva opinion of it's own, I've resolved that I may have probably inherited some of mum's psychotic disorder.

GINA'S POV “Why don't you confess and get this over with?” “Confess about what exactly?” “You know what you have to confess about. Don't play dumb.” Voices! The voices in my head were going wild. Voices in my head? No, they're not in my head. It was me and a voice just on the other side of the wall. It's a f**king voice on the other side of the wall—a voice I had been speaking with beyond the damn wall.

I wanted to run, to disappear, to take back what had happened, but there was no undoing this. The voices in my head grew louder, swirling around me in a chaotic storm. They were angry, accusing, and relentless. It felt like they were pushing me, trying to tear me apart from the inside out. The pressure in my chest built up until I thought I might suffocate. I could feel their weight, their demands, urging me to run, to escape. The noise was so deafening I couldn't focus on anything else, each voice blending with the next, telling me that I wasn’t safe, that they would destroy me if I didn’t leave.

"I think I have an idea. Let's get ready, we have to go back today." 'I told you she was a scaredy cat. She wants the man but won't get him. I've been aiding her but she's too slow.' The usual voice echoes in my head. 'You should have been more aggressive. We just wasted a night with mister hottie without doing anything.' Ok. I think I'm losing my mind. There are two voices in my head and they are talking to each other. Does it mean I have two wolves? 'Far from that.' They say simultaneously.