The Voices I am bullied every day at school, every day. They hit me and call me names, but that’s okay because I have friends now. They talk to me and tell me what to do. They’re the only ones who spend time with me. They say nice things about me and are always right. They're my best friends. I would do anything for them, anything. They always know what’s best for me and treat me better than anyone I know, even my parents. My parents hit me too, call me stupid and don’t love me, but I always have my friends to talk to when I’m sad. Sometimes I hear my parents saying that I’m crazy. That I should have real friends. They said that they would send me away if I don't stop. But they’re wrong, my friends are real, they even told me. I can see them and hear them, I don’t know why no one else can but they are real! I was lying in bed one day and I could hear my parents talking about me again. They argue all the time. My friends told me that they didn’t love me, that they don’t deserve me and that I’m special for who I am. If they don’t think that then they shouldn’t be here. I asked them what they meant by, "They shouldn’t be here". All they said was, kill them they don’t love you. I thought about this for a little but soon came to the conclusion that I will, I’ll kill them. They don’t love me and I don’t love them. Anyways, I won't be alone because I’ll have my friends. I decided to go downstairs and make two coffees. I looked around the house for anything that had a poison symbol on it. Laundry detergent, perfect. I poured some detergent into each of their mugs, then brought it upstairs for my parents, awaiting the moment they would drink it and die…a slow and painful death. I walk into their bedroom and tell them I’ve made them coffee. They look pretty surprised. I leave slowly with a tiny smile curling around my lips. Later, I come back to find my parents lying motionless in bed. Finally they're gone. I smiled. I woke up Monday morning feeling relieved form the burden of my parents on my back. I made myself breakfast and got ready for school. Right before I left the house my friends told me to grab a knife. I asked them why and they said just do it. I did, because I didn’t want do upset them. I grabbed a knife from the kitchen, stuffed it in my bag and left. Once I got to school I went to my class and laid my bag beside my chair. I felt wet paper hitting against my neck as I started talking to my friends. I turned around to see guys laughing while holding straws and spit balls in their hands. "Look he’s doing it again, he’s talking to his little imaginary friends, freak!" they said crying of laughter. I felt a sudden rage run through my body and screamed "They are real!" The whole class went silent, then my teacher moved me to the front of the class away from the stupid bullies. The teacher started talking, but I got distracted by my friends saying something. "Now's your chance, kill them, kill them, kill them, kill them, kill them" they screamed. Those two words started getting louder and louder and my head starting pounding harder and harder. Then I realized something. I grabbed my bag and reached in breathing heavily as goose bumps ran up my arms. I finally realized I needed them to go away….they weren't my friends after all. I grabbed the knife and screamed, just go away, then everything went black.