It burns…
Where are we
Why can we see beings?
Is this real?
Touch em… no burn em…
What's on our head? It's heavy!
They wouldn't stop, they wouldn't stop complaining. The voices in her head were becoming loud and would not keep quiet. She placed her hands on her ears and pressed them down trying to muffle them or at least talk to them. But they weren't listening and it was causing her to turn around quickly as if they were everywhere and anywhere.
Then she saw someone step out of the shadows and she stepped back as she removed her hands, wanting to see who it was and to make sure it wasn't a ghost. It couldn't be. She had escaped that dark place and she wasn't looking to go back. "It isn't easy taking my place, isn't it?" the woman said.
