They’re back in my head. Mom tells me I’m fine; I don’t believe her. They keep telling me information, the information I don’t want to know. Like how Kelly Healer never was your friend; she used you. They repeat it over and over again. They tell me to be alone, never go to anyone for help, it’s you against this awful world we live in. So that’s what I do, I do everything it says. I believe everything it tells me.
“Hey, honey is everything ok?” my mom asks, concern lacing her voice.
“I’m fine, Mom,”
“Are you sure?”
“Honey, something’s wrong. Just tell me.”
“Why do you care?” I ask.
“I’m your mother, why would I not care,” She said, concern still there,
“You’re lying,” I was on the verge of tears, “You’re lying, no one cares for me!” I yell.
“Honey, what is going on with you?”
“What’s going on with me, What’s going on with you!” Tears fell down my soft cheek. “You were never there for me, why would you now!”
“Don’t!” I paused, “Don’t lie to me.”
“Honey, I had too,” She said trying to stay calm.
“You had too, that’s an awful excuse. Do you know how long I’ve been crying for, how long I wished you would be there for me!”
“Honey, please just listen to me,” she said, tears falling down her cheek.
“She doesn’t care, she’s lying to you. Go do what I’ve been telling you do, do it,” The voice said tantalizingly, “Jump,”