The Voice Within
Jodie sits on her bed, her back resting against the dull grey wall of
her bedroom, staring out across the room at the imaginary dot on the
back of the cupboard door. She always sits still now; she knows that
escape from David is impossible. She doesn't quite know where he came
from, but is sure that he has been there for a long time hovering in
the back of her mind, making his presense known from time to time.
Ever since Jodie was a child, there had been something odd about her.
She would occasionally be caught talking to herself in the playground,
or violently shaking her head from side to side as if trying to block
something out. Teachers were slightly worried about her strange
behaviour, but put it down to her age. After all, what child doesn't
have an imaginary friend?
She wasn't someone who confronted her problems, had no real friends,
and had always been the timid, silent type. As time passed, Jodie had
subconsciously been creating David, her hyper-aggressive alter ego.
Consumed with all the pent up rage and hatred Jodie had buried for so
long. He sort revenge.
David's voice had become stronger and more demanding over the years,
but had always disappeared after making him-self known. Two weeks ago
Jodie awoke in a cold sweat, shudders wracking her body as the sound
of David murmuring within her head continuously droned on for the
first time in her life. Now, there was nothing left but to sit still,
A tired, defeated smile slowly crosses her pale weary face, as David
murmurs his displeasure at being locked inside her body. Her smile
grows painfully large, as her dry, chapped lips crack into hundreds of
tiny splits, and drops of blood rush to the surface of her wounds.
Seconds pass, and just as her face looks like it is about to break in
two she begins to laugh hysterically. A laugh full of such sadness,
but crossed between the helpless screams of a wounded animal, and that
of a terrified, insane young woman, as she desperately tries to shake
off the voice running through her head.
As quickly as it began her laughter dies down, and silence once again
fills the small dormitory. As Jodie's parents had given up on her a
long while back, she had been admitted to 'lakeside lodge' a centre
for teenagers with behavioural problems, so the outburst rose no
suspicion in the minds of the other patrons staying at the centre.
Jodie slowly rises from the bed and steps lightly over to her desk
bathed in gentle sunlight from the window above, overlooking the
beautiful fields backing onto the lodge. As the suns raise wash over
her delicate features, she realises that this is the closest she has
been to the outside world in a long time. Her once deep golden tan had
become ghostly pale, and her beautiful honey-brown hair, had been