She is a monster | «They say»

Just get rid of her | «They say»

You are crazy | «They say»

Voices in my head

Some rainy day, walking home though the dim, crowded streets of your 'beloved city'. Almost stumbling against a bunch of trash reminded you how miserable it truly is. Working for someone you hate, live somewhere you hate, talk to people you hate, come home to the person you love. That used to be a person.

Where do i start and how do i put it? Her name is Lily. She is seventeen. Oh, pardon , used to be seventeen. Until she turned into that. Now? I don't know, probably around 20.

Do not be fooled by her look, despite being thin and looking weak, she can eat thrice more than average person does. But , sadly, someone like me cannot afford that much, therefore she is not eating enough. ((Will she eat me someday?))

Though, there is still something inside her, since I'm alive. She tries her best to show care, refuses to eat if i don't eat... Drags me to the bed, If i stay awake longer than i should. Care about her, please.

Who am i? Why would i introduce myself to me?

Upon opening the door, you saw her sitting on the bed, a girl that used to enjoy her life, now feels nothing. She glazes at you with creepy emptiness... She shows some signs of interest in you. Her legs are swinging slightly, she is happy. It's sometimes hard to understand her feelings, since she can't talk and barely understands you.