Voice

You were 20 girl keep at a mental facility for few years you had this tiny voice in your head that would talk to you and tell you to do things even if it was bad.

you were a psychopath you didn't look like one you were sitting down on your bed drawing and scissors even you weren't allowed near sharp objects.

voice ”Pick the fucking scissors up”

"Hello I'm Dr.James you must be...he looks at you Izzy? he asked putting on friendly smile trying to get on your good side