(PTSD Sound Effect) Might be a bit triggering? I'm not sure but yeah...
No one hears them. Only me. They call me crazy. But I'm not. They don't believe me. I was only trying to make it stop. It wouldn't stop. The noises. The whispers. The scratching. The screeching.744Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3dCLq52jcu
My head hurt. It always hurt. The noises were louder near her. Deafening. But no one could hear them. No one understood.
I had to do it. The noises wouldn't stop. They rarely stopped, but around her, they just got louder and louder and it hurt. My head was splitting in two. Blood poured from my ears but people said I was imagining. Exaggerating. Needed more sleep. I couldn't sleep, I could never sleep. I couldn't see over the agony. I had to stop it. Just a bit.
Her screams made it worse. I just wanted it to end. So I stabbed. And stabbed and stabbed and stabbed and stabbed. And then. It stopped. It was quiet. She was quiet. My head was quiet. The noises were gone.
I couldn't stop smiling. Even when I was pushed onto the floor, my front soaking up the red around us. I was delirious. I was laughing.
They put me to sleep. They woke me up. They asked me questions. I told them the truth. I told them the noises stopped.
They put me in here. It was white and soft. It was quiet. But sometimes, the noises came back. Sometimes I scream, my hands trying to cover my ears but the shirt they gave me didn't let me do anything. I'd rock, back and forth, back and forth, screaming for it to stop until they came and made me sleepy.744Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPo3leOTDvp
When I was sleepy the noises stopped or at least dulled down.
When I was sleepy nothing hurt.
I started screaming.
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