'You need to sleep, Vincent. Sleep for me, please.'
A faint voice kept calling him as he struggled to maintain his consciousness. The voice was different from the voices he kept hearing in his head. This time, this voice was soft, warm, and gentle. As if the owner of the voice cared for him and didn't want to see him suffer anymore.
Vincent's curiosity was off the roof. He had heard voices since that dream with that 'man' yet, this was the first time, someone had asked him to remember and to sleep.
Vincent's eyes turned watery as his surroundings looked blurred to him. He glanced at the door, wanting to ask for help, yet, he knew that there were no servants around, since he turned them all away.
'Sleep, my dear Vincent,' the voice kept insisting.
What were the voices for?
