First thing I ever wrote…
After stumbling up the stairs for what seemed to be 100 times Anna finally made it upstairs. She headed for her room when she heard a door creak open. She mentally prepared herself for the screaming her mom would start when she saw that Anna had been out and not sleeping. I don’t care, Anna thought. I needed it; I felt normal again. She turned towards her parents bedroom and noticed the door was closed.
That’s when she heard something. A whisper. “Anna..” it had said. The voice made the hairs on the back of her neck stand up. She wasn’t that drunk. She spun around and saw it. The door on the other side of the hall was open all the way. Goosebumps took over Anna’s skin and she suddenly started getting dizzy. The voice becomes clear now. It screams Anna’s name, it calls her to the room, it asks her for help.
“Stop! Please!” Anna is covering her ears but it doesn’t make a difference. Her eyes fill with tears. The voices are inside her head now, they won’t stop. Anna screams and runs to the open door, grabs the handle, and slams it shut. She doesn’t care about the noise it makes when does so, she only hears the voices.
She runs to her room and locks herself in. She throws herself to the bed and cries. She pleads the voice to leave her alone. “It’s not my fault!” she screams. Anna lays down and cries. She cries and begs. Cries and sleeps.
