voices. • the third book in the mute. series • muke au

control.

HELLO AGAIN

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So I uploaded 2 new story intros for when this book is over:(

Im not sure when this story is goin to b done HOPEFULLY NOT SOON BECUZ I AM NOT READY FOR THAT DAY

but it will be sortaaa soon, this book is more than half way over *cries

So I uploaded two new intros to stories they r both muke, one is called 'american psycho' and 'cursive'.

SO PLZ like read them and then comment or vote on which story you would like me to write when this book is finished:)

THANK YOU I HOPE U LIKE THEM CUZ I DOOOOO or yall could comment some suggestions on a story you would like me to write, i cannot promise tht ill write it but i appreciate yalls input on what kind of story you want and i my take some suggestions into consideration:))))

so yeah

I LOVE YALL SOSOSOSSOOOOSSSSOOOO MUCH!!!!!!!!!!

-carlee

(ha you think id forget??)

hugz and tickles

-carlee

Michael.

"Close your eyes and concentrate."

"I can't, I-i just can't."

"Michael, don't let them over power you. They don't control you, you control them."

The voices were incredibly loud today. Spewing nasty comments and graphic images. Images of Luke with red scars running up and down his arm. He wasn't moving, just laying there, his chest un-rising. The voices shrieking that it was my fault, that I brought this on him.

That I should just kill myself.

"No, no I can't...t-they won't let me..." I cry clutching my ears.

"Michael." he says sternly. I just screw my eyes closed and squeeze my head harder. "Michael." he says, this time louder, deeper, scaring m slightly. I hesitantly look up at him with glassy eyes, still crying. I slowly take my hands away. "Try."

I take a deep breath and softly close my eyes, willing myself to block out the voices, or at least make them softer. Instead, I am surprised to find the voices change, the become softer and nicer at the same time. No longer screaming hideous things at me and ceasing the awful images from my head.

I take easy breaths, calming down. My eyes open as I see Dr. Marten smirking.

"It worked..." I whisper, not wanting to break the silence.

"I know." he says smugly.

~

"Michael, I think it's time to talk to your family." he says randomly.

I had been spending a lot of time in his office, more than in my own room. We both just sit and read silently. He discovered that reading sort of pauses the voices in his head and replaces it with the voice of the author, it was a change. It was a nice change. So I had been doing a lot of reading lately. We had been reading for a few hours now, after my little 'attack' we just began reading. Which is what we usually do.