White Walls
Description
I hear voices in my head. Not all the time though, just sometimes. It's like when you're about to fall asleep and there's a television playing in the background. Except I'm not sleeping, I'm awake, and I don't have a television. The voices aren't cruel or harsh. They're like friends. They keep me company. They keep me company in this place they call "haven," in this place with no windows and a door that can only be opened from the outside, in this asylum.
Foreword
So yeah, going through major writer's block in everything. Just a one-shot for fun. I'll probably update My Realistic Fantasy and Fighting the Romans sometime soon....maybe. Not guaranteeing anything here. Haha. Anyways, just a little something to keep you busy and stop you from getting too angry at me. ^.^
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