“Get outta my way, you loser!” yelled some random kid, stomping his way through this crowded hallway and slamming me into a wall.
“Hey. Go after that boy. Get revenge.” said a voice inside my head.
“Get out of my head!” I whispered to myself.
“Why? Don’t you like when people suffer?”
“Shut up and stop talking to me!” I yelled out loud.
“Hey, quit talking to yourself, weirdo!” said the kid that shoved me.
This is what I have to go through everyday in school. Every hour. Every minute. Every second. Even during class my classmates are dumb enough to bully me and the teachers never notice them.
I’m Jordan and if you haven’t already noticed, but I get picked on all the time in this death hole. I don’t have any friends to support me or help me through this high school crisis. And not only am I getting bullied, but there’s this voice.
It’s inside my head and I don’t know how I got it, when I got it, or why I got it. It’s always telling me to do really bad things to innocent people. Sometimes I even listen to it because I can’t control it.
I can never tell the difference from fake concepts to reality. It’s like that voice is taking over my life because I always get angry over the tiniest situations and that never used to happen to me. I used to be really happy back then, but all of a sudden when I hear the sounds of pens clicking repeatedly, I lose it. I will literally go up to the person being a little prick and shove them up to a wall, screaming in their face to quit it.
No one knows about my “special” problem. Not even my doctor, my parents, or my teachers. They all assume that I just have anger issues with my life, which I don’t. It’s just that stupid voice!
I look around me and I see the typical high school cliques hanging out by their lockers. All the populars on one side, the nerds huddled around one another, the outcasts spreaded throughout the hallway, but then there’s me, the loaner. I have no group that I hang out with because I’m too “abnormal” to be around anyone. If I even tried to interact with anyone I just get bullied even more.
You know what? I’m sick of this! Just thinking about having no friends or anyone to talk to gets me really angry! I’m just gonna leave this dump and go home.
I began making my way towards the school exits to leave and just relax from this really terrible day of school. As I was about to step out, I heard it again.
“Leaving so soon, aye? The bell hasn’t even rung yet. I believe that it will go off in approximately-”
“Be quiet! I have had enough of you! Or whatever you even are!” I started to wail very loudly that I was pretty sure that the whole country could hear me. “I don’t want you inside of my head anymore! Get out! Get out! Get out! AHHHHH!” I was screaming even more powerful than before. My head was pounding and I was pulling my long, brown hair, while I was down on my knees blaring at the top of my lungs.
“If you are that serious about me not being around anymore, then I will just leave.” The voice spoke in a very cruel, unpleasant way.
All of a sudden, it was getting harder to breathe and a river of blood is running down my face. Pain is all I feel and I just want it to end. “AHHHHH! Make it stop! Please! It hurts!” My vision was getting blurry very quickly, but I took one last look around my surroundings and all I saw were the students laughing at me. No one bothered to even help me. No one even cared about me. No one.
“Farewell, Jordan.” It whispered quietly that I barely heard it.
Then everything went black.