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// The light in my darkness 
// Story: Voices 
// by Drizzle Quill 
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Fuzzy. Fuzzy, fuzzy darkness. Fuzzy darkness folding away to reveal...light! So much light! It hurts my eyes! But in a way...it's beautiful, too. White. White purity. White used to be one of my favorite colors...





D-Daddy? Is that you? Where am I?

...why am I in the hospital?

Oh. I'm hurt? Why am I hurt? 

They told me to do bad things. I was so blind to it all. I thought they were telling me to do the right thing. 

No, no, Daddy, it's not your fault! I promise that it's not your fault. 

Daddy...stop crying...I'm okay. How long until I'm able to go back to school?

Yes, I want to go back to school. Yes, I'll be okay. Yes, the voices are still there.

Don't worry about me, Daddy. I know how to fight them now. 

There's a name for what the voices are doing to me? 

Schizophrenia. Schi-zo-phreeenia. That's an ugly word. I don't like it, Daddy. I don't think Mommy liked it either.

Don't cry, Daddy. It's okay. I'm still here...

I love you, Daddy. 

...

Daddy?

I think that white is my favorite color.