Voices In Her Head

They feast on weak minds, lurking in the shadows, waiting to overthrow them. They emerge from the darkness and infest the brain, poisoning it with black thoughts. You will hear voices in your head and see things that nobody else does. Eventually they will consume you, just as they did to her....

The pale moonlight shone into the room, illuminating the hunched figure. She crouched on the cold, stone floor, her ebony hair tumbling down her back.
"Anya, come to us," That sinister whisper snaked through her mind, over and over again.
"Come to us."
"No!" Anya clutched at her head.
"You cannot hide from us," the voice hissed "We have always been here and always will be until the very end."
"Leave me!" Anya shrieked "Leave me!"
"Come, Anya......."
Anya's vision blurred and faces swam before her, their features twisting grotesquely. They whispered to her, their words luring her in, entwining her in their icy grasp.
"Give yourself to us. Let us consume you, end your suffering...."
Anya's heart stopping scream echoed throughout the room. Tears streamed from her bloodshot eyes, staining her white face.
"No, no, no! Please," Anya banged her fists against the wall "Just- leave-me-alone!"
With each word she pounded her fists harder and harder against the bricks.
"No, no..." She whimpered "No...."
Anya staggered towards the open window. The cool breeze tickled her cheeks. As she stepped onto the window ledge she wobbled alarmingly, her pulse quickening. All the while, the voice urged her on.
"Yes..." The voice was silky smooth. "All it takes is one more step...."
Anya could hear her heart thudding a tattoo against her ribcage. Taking a deep breath, she gazed upwards to the sky. The stars twinkled and winked back at her. Then she looked down at the deserted road, hundreds of metres below. Her stomach lurched at the thought of hitting the ground, the bone crushing impact that would end her life . However, she had to do it. If she didn't do it now, the voices would surely consume her. She had nothing left to lose. It was now or never.
Anya stepped off the window ledge.
She was falling through nothingness, reaching out towards the beyond; she was flying, flying-

The thin twilight washed the city in a ghostly glow, the sunshine a thing of the past. Now only grey ruled.
The body lay on the inky black Tarmac, lifeless. The girl's glazed eyes stared out from beneath her dark curls. Her spindly arms and legs were splayed in different directions beneath her broken body.
No one had seen the young girl standing on the window ledge, her eyes dark and troubled. The way
she had hesitated before taking that step over the edge. No one had seen her as she fell through the air, her arms outstretched. No one had seen the fleeting look of happiness on her face just before she hit the ground. No one but the moon and the stars.