Post by {{Roxï-kun-+ on May 18, 2010 21:16:07 GMT -5
I felt another wave of pain as I shifted onto my side, hands holding my head tightly. My bed was bumpy under me but I didn't even notice that the sheets were wrapped around my body tightly. All I knew was the pain in me head, which made me hold my head together was if it were ready to split open. Maybe it was. Either way, it sure felt like it. I couldn't even tell if my eyes were open or closed. I just saw bright red no matter what I did. My lungs wouldn't even let me scream as the pain continued to get worse.
But then the pain slowly evaporated, as if it had never come. My hands slowly released my head which had been squeezing it. And that was when the noises started. I blinked away the red as the noise began to trickle into my skull. It was if someone were turning the dial on a radio inside of me, trying to find their favorite station. The noise started out as whispers but then grew louder and softer like they were moving farther and closer to me. Some noises like cars and softer voices melted into the background.
There was a clear voice, a woman's, in my head at the front of the rest of the noises. I could recognize the way and tone the voice used to speak/think. The voice echoed in my skull and mind. Was I going crazy? After all, no sane person hears these kind of stuff.
Luckily though, this wasn't the first or worse attack of these noises inside of me and my mind. No, these actually happened quite often and usually stayed for only a few minutes at the most. I laid still on top of my bed, hearing my mother's voice as she was getting ready for another day of work. This really couldn't be normal. But how could I tell my dear, stressed mother that her sweet daughter was hearing things that sane people couldn't.
Wait, did I just call myself insane?
Surely I'm not and everyone goes through this phase. I would really love to believe that with all of my heart, but I already knew that other people couldn't do this. Wouldn't people talk about it then? I slowly sat up in my bed, working my way out of the sheets I had gotten wrapped up in while I slept. My grey eyes took in the mess I had made in my room and had "forgotten" to clean up. Papers, clothes, and god knows what else were scattered throughout the whole room. The only things really clean were my walls, which had my posters and attempted artwork hung onto their white surfaces.
The noises, including my mother's voice, faded away like the pain had. My head clear, I turned to my bedside clock, did a double take, and was instantly depressed. I had woken up early on a saturday morning.With nothing better to do, I picked up some random clothes from a drawer. They were just jeans with a t-shirt so I really didn't care. Taking a hair tie, I put my long brown hair into q ponytail after brushing it.
Maybe it was then that I made my mistake that landed me in all of this trouble. Maybe it was because I had chosen not to tell anyone of my ability.
But then the pain slowly evaporated, as if it had never come. My hands slowly released my head which had been squeezing it. And that was when the noises started. I blinked away the red as the noise began to trickle into my skull. It was if someone were turning the dial on a radio inside of me, trying to find their favorite station. The noise started out as whispers but then grew louder and softer like they were moving farther and closer to me. Some noises like cars and softer voices melted into the background.
There was a clear voice, a woman's, in my head at the front of the rest of the noises. I could recognize the way and tone the voice used to speak/think. The voice echoed in my skull and mind. Was I going crazy? After all, no sane person hears these kind of stuff.
Luckily though, this wasn't the first or worse attack of these noises inside of me and my mind. No, these actually happened quite often and usually stayed for only a few minutes at the most. I laid still on top of my bed, hearing my mother's voice as she was getting ready for another day of work. This really couldn't be normal. But how could I tell my dear, stressed mother that her sweet daughter was hearing things that sane people couldn't.
Wait, did I just call myself insane?
Surely I'm not and everyone goes through this phase. I would really love to believe that with all of my heart, but I already knew that other people couldn't do this. Wouldn't people talk about it then? I slowly sat up in my bed, working my way out of the sheets I had gotten wrapped up in while I slept. My grey eyes took in the mess I had made in my room and had "forgotten" to clean up. Papers, clothes, and god knows what else were scattered throughout the whole room. The only things really clean were my walls, which had my posters and attempted artwork hung onto their white surfaces.
The noises, including my mother's voice, faded away like the pain had. My head clear, I turned to my bedside clock, did a double take, and was instantly depressed. I had woken up early on a saturday morning.With nothing better to do, I picked up some random clothes from a drawer. They were just jeans with a t-shirt so I really didn't care. Taking a hair tie, I put my long brown hair into q ponytail after brushing it.
Maybe it was then that I made my mistake that landed me in all of this trouble. Maybe it was because I had chosen not to tell anyone of my ability.
