I got the idea for this from a website that N T posted:
http://youshouldwrite.com/index.php
an inexperienced schizophrenic woman is walking
The sounds. She hated the sounds. Sounds everywhere. Sounds of people. Their hate and their suffering, their pain and their joy. Sounds of animals and sounds of other living things. She always heard them. She wished they would just stop.
She tried to get away from the sounds. But they kept following her. Even when there was nobody, she heard them. The sounds. The horrible sounds. The blood-curdling screams and the high-pitched squeals. She hated the sounds. She wished they would just stop.
She walked along the deserted road, snow everywhere. The sounds seemed to echo in the emptiness. They seemed twice as loud. But there was no-one there. Yet she had no time to be confused. She just kept walking. But no matter how far or how fast she walked, she couldn't escape the sounds. The sounds became louder,and they became more in number. Now they screamed as if they were dying. She wished they would.She wished they would just stop.
She had walked along this road before, but it was a dead end of sorts. She turned back last time, but for now, she kept walking. She thought the further she went, so quieter the sounds would become. But they didn't. They increased in strength, and they kept getting louder, and louder, and louder. She would put her hands over her ears, but they kept shouting and screaming. The horrible screams. They tore at her, and she could do nothing. She wished they would just stop.
She pressed down on her ears and quickened her pace. But they kept increasing. They would never stop. The sounds now screamed at her, blamed HER for their troubles. She didn't know what they were talking about, yet she was being blamed? She would wave her hands in the air, as if that would move them away. But it didn't. She hated the sounds. She wished they would just stop.
They blamed her. They screamed at her. They questioned her. She screamed back, but they wouldn't respond. They kept screaming. She was sad at first, but then she became mad. Furious at the voices. She would wave her arms around, scream and insult the voices. But they didn't seem to care. She hated the sounds. She wished they would just stop.
She kept quickening her pace. Now she began to run. But the voices seemed to follow her. No matter how fast she went, the voices had latched onto her. She did not like this. She did not like it at all. The voices increased in number steadily, and they became much louder over time. She screamed and stomped her feet, but she could not hear herself. She only heard the voices. She wished they would just stop.
The end of the road was nearing. She knew what lay ahead, yet she continue running. The voices now told her to stop running. But she didn't listen to them. She felt as if they came from her own mind, that the voices were just her talking to herself. But she knew it was a lie. A lie the voices told her. She hated the lying voices. She wished they would just stop.
Finally, she reached the end. The voices told her to turn back, but she wouldn't listen. They screamed at her, and she felt them tugging at her. But she moved forward slowly, step by step. She was now at the edge. The road had a steep decline, a cliff ,even, but she knew that she must continue. She took her last step. Finally, the voices had stopped.
I hope i did good :D
http://youshouldwrite.com/index.php
an inexperienced schizophrenic woman is walking
The sounds. She hated the sounds. Sounds everywhere. Sounds of people. Their hate and their suffering, their pain and their joy. Sounds of animals and sounds of other living things. She always heard them. She wished they would just stop.
She tried to get away from the sounds. But they kept following her. Even when there was nobody, she heard them. The sounds. The horrible sounds. The blood-curdling screams and the high-pitched squeals. She hated the sounds. She wished they would just stop.
She walked along the deserted road, snow everywhere. The sounds seemed to echo in the emptiness. They seemed twice as loud. But there was no-one there. Yet she had no time to be confused. She just kept walking. But no matter how far or how fast she walked, she couldn't escape the sounds. The sounds became louder,and they became more in number. Now they screamed as if they were dying. She wished they would.She wished they would just stop.
She had walked along this road before, but it was a dead end of sorts. She turned back last time, but for now, she kept walking. She thought the further she went, so quieter the sounds would become. But they didn't. They increased in strength, and they kept getting louder, and louder, and louder. She would put her hands over her ears, but they kept shouting and screaming. The horrible screams. They tore at her, and she could do nothing. She wished they would just stop.
She pressed down on her ears and quickened her pace. But they kept increasing. They would never stop. The sounds now screamed at her, blamed HER for their troubles. She didn't know what they were talking about, yet she was being blamed? She would wave her hands in the air, as if that would move them away. But it didn't. She hated the sounds. She wished they would just stop.
They blamed her. They screamed at her. They questioned her. She screamed back, but they wouldn't respond. They kept screaming. She was sad at first, but then she became mad. Furious at the voices. She would wave her arms around, scream and insult the voices. But they didn't seem to care. She hated the sounds. She wished they would just stop.
She kept quickening her pace. Now she began to run. But the voices seemed to follow her. No matter how fast she went, the voices had latched onto her. She did not like this. She did not like it at all. The voices increased in number steadily, and they became much louder over time. She screamed and stomped her feet, but she could not hear herself. She only heard the voices. She wished they would just stop.
The end of the road was nearing. She knew what lay ahead, yet she continue running. The voices now told her to stop running. But she didn't listen to them. She felt as if they came from her own mind, that the voices were just her talking to herself. But she knew it was a lie. A lie the voices told her. She hated the lying voices. She wished they would just stop.
Finally, she reached the end. The voices told her to turn back, but she wouldn't listen. They screamed at her, and she felt them tugging at her. But she moved forward slowly, step by step. She was now at the edge. The road had a steep decline, a cliff ,even, but she knew that she must continue. She took her last step. Finally, the voices had stopped.
I hope i did good :D