Deep in Thought

I've been thinking too much. Some may think that thinking is a good thing, that you should spend a lot of your day in thought.

I understand why some believe that but you don't know what goes on inside of my head. No one does.

A voice rings through.

The voice is too strong.

I try to turn away from my thoughts but the voice is just too strong.

It starts taunting me, a small kid who had the best lunch in the class, the high pitch telling me what I should do. It's hard not to listen but I have to try.

A small rat is lying dead in front of me, no memory of how it died, just the voice laughing. The voice telling me of how much fun it had been. This can't happen again, not today.

Three years ago, things happened that I can't explain, that I wish I didn't know.

I bite down on an apple, and know what I have to do. One, more bite in the Red Delicious and it's time. The juice from the apple is the last thing I remember as the blood splatters.

I had done it, silenced the voice. The only thing I hear now is the high pitched screech of the voice, like a fork scratching the plate. Fuck you, voice.