I hear them. The voices. They won't leave me alone."Tessaaa...your bones will be broken." A voice tells me. The sound is like a snake and it slithers into my mind. They tell me I'll die painfully and slowly. They tell me everyone hates me. They tell me I'm a loser, worthless and pathetic.
    All I can see is black now and an image soon appears. I'm on a table, chained down with a hospital nightgown on. A bald man walks in smirking. I try to get up. "No need to get up Tessa." He says as he takes a giant knife and cuts off my leg slowly. I scream out and I feel the pain. He continues to smile as he cuts off my toes, then my leg, my fingers, my hands, my arms, my theighs. Until all that's left is my head, stomach, and chest. I feel numb. As I close my eyes, the last image I see is the man coming towards my hand with the knife smirking.    I'm screaming. Bloodcurling screams.
    "Tessa! Tessa!" I open my eyes. My mom is there. There's a worried expression on her face. I'm shaking and I'm completely numb.
    "The voices...they tried to kill me...the knife...the man..." I'm trembling all over. I probably sound crazy, repeating this over and over and my father picks me up and takes me to the car. On the way to the hospital, I keep saying this. "The voices...they hate me..." My father would look back angrily and my mother would shed more tears.
    We arrived at the hospital as the doctors told me that I had all the signs, and that I needed to go to the mental ward. I shook my head.
    "I'm not crazy! The voices just hate me." I told them. The doctors just shook their heads and turned.
    "I'm not crazy! The voices are making it seem like I am. I will die. I am not crazy, just hated. I shouldn't be here. The voices might torture others. I'll die and so will everyone else if I stay." I tell them as they lock me in a room. They stare at me like I'm a crazy animal.
    I am not crazy. The voices have got me alone now. They tell me how I'll die. They tell me that I'm crazy. They tell me I'm meant to be here. I'm going to die. I will die in a room, locked up, screaming, hated, unloved, and NOT CRAZY.
    I'm sure I'm dead. All I see is black. I can't hear my heartbeat. What's happening. I open my eyes and I see a young man, a college student coming at me with a knife. Was I dead? The voices hate me, as I start to tremble with thoughts completely out of my head. I flutter my eyes and the man gasps in terror. I soon sit up and I look around. College students stare at me as I yawn and get onto the ground. I can't hear the voices. They are overuled by the astonished faces of the students.
    "You're...you're alive." The man finally says. He's stepping away. Who was he? Was he going to try to kill me? Was he one of the voices I hear in my head?
    "You'll kill me. Get back voices." I say as I grab a knife off a table. I'm not crazy.
    "I'm not crazy, I'm hated by you." I tell them soon after.
    "You're suppose to be dead." One of them tell me.
    "You're trying to kill me. You're making me think I'm dead." I tell them. Am I crazy? No, I'm not crazy. I'm defending myself from the voices in my head. They're out of my head and I will die. How did they get out of my head?
    "Where am I?" I ask cautiously.
    "A college for doctors. You're suppose to be dead." I laugh hysterically at them. It was as if I was crazy.
    "You'll never get me." I tell them. I run out of the building. I'm still laughing and laughing.



I'm not crazy, I'm hated.