I felt my arms being moved behind me, and my wrists being tied up with something.

The girl wouldn’t have done something like that. She’d had no reason to; that is, she didn’t know of any reason to.

It’s not like I wanted to kill the girl like I was being told by the voice. Voices in my head. How insane could a person get?

That voice though.. it was as if it controlled everything I did. Most times, it was subtle, like my own inner thoughts instead of one separate being. Other times, like what’d happened earlier that day, was as if some other person was throwing their commands into my head, forcing it onto my decisions.

I knew that something was terribly wrong with me.

I just didn’t know what to do.

The high-pitched screeching continued to prevent any other sound from reaching me, though I listened as hard as I could. I was still unable to see anything; all I could sense was the rope around my hands placed, uncomfortably, behind my back.

It wasn’t the girl who’d done this. No way.