World Upside-down

The Voices Told Me To!

Maddy (Madeline's) Point of view

What's that b***h doing here? I thought Landon was going to make her kill herself. Then we can finally be together. I sigh, thinking of my Landon. He's so dreamy. He has short, shaved, dark hair. Lightly tanned skin. Tall. Gorgeously captivating ice blue eyes, and a body that makes anyone swoon. Why would he be interested in me, you ask? I think that that would be obvious. I'm tiny and short, I have red hair, blue eyes. and of course I have a banging body. At least that's what Landon tells me. "That's right, of course he loves us Maddy, he will even kill for us." The voice says in my head.

They have always been here with me. As long as I can remember. Whispering in my ears, telling me to do things. That's why I'm here, the voices. They've made me do some terrible things. Killing my family for instance. They deserved it. Always treated me like I'm crazy. I'M NOT CRAZY. They were crazy. They didn't like the voices. They didn't listen to them. They didn't like the small box I found on the side of the road. They said it was "creepy." Thats how I met my friends, the voices. When I came here it was the only thing I had in my possession. I'd make wishes on it and suddenly they would become real. That's how I met Landon. He's the only thing I have in common with that b***h Malorie. What kind of name is Malorie? A stupid f*****g name, that's what!

So, back to the day in question. My parents and little sister just came home from some big party. I was never allowed to go, Mum and Dad always said I was embarrassing, always talking to myself.

"Have a good night?" I asked them. They were drunk of course. My sister, answers for them. "Of course, we did, YOU weren't there." She said obvious disdain in her voice.

I snap my face to her. "Listen you little gremlin, nobody asked you. I didn't give you permission to speak to me, so keep that mouth of yours SHUT."

Dad comes over and gets in my face, he's so close I can smell the alcohol on his breath "Listen here you little wench, don't you ever talk to my little girl like that again, do you hear me? You will be out of here faster than a cheetah running on steroids. Now get out of my face, and don't ever call me dad again, you are no daughter of mine." He didn't hurt me. They never do, but they love to get in my face and yell at me.

I shoot daggers at them and walk upstairs to my room. If you can even call it that. It's a drafty and cold old attic they stuck me in when the voices started. They feared me but feared what society would thing more. I used to be daddy's pride and joy. Well, that is until my little sister was born. Oh, she was the spit of my parents, Both of them, blonde hair, blue eyes. I was the Oddball with my red hair. That's when I started feeling them change towards me. Suddenly they didn't play with me as much. When I came home from school I was sent to my room until dinner was ready. I wasn't allowed to speak unless spoken to. I was so happy when the voices found me. I finally had friends. People who believed I could do anything. All because of this box. My beautiful box. I was walking down the road and came across the box Infront of an old, abandoned house. It was next to the road in the ditch. I picked it up and opened it. "Hello Maddy" I heard in unison. I looked around but didn't see anyone. That's when I realized they were coming from the box. I was so happy. Someone was talking to me. I didn't care where they came from. I was finally getting the attention and conversation I desperately needed.

Back to that night. I was in my room, angry. Hurt. Upset. How could he say that to me? How could he say I'm not his daughter? I hate him. I hate them all! I have to get out of here. I begin to pack my stuff in preparation to sneak out.

"What are you doing Maddy?" One of the voices say

"I'm leaving, what does it look like I'm doing?" I reply harshly, instantly regretting talking to my friend that way.

"Maddy, you can't leave they will just come looking for you." Another voice says

"And when they find you, they will punish you." Chimes in another.

I think for a minute and sit on my bed. I throw my face in my pillow and scream in frustration. "What am I to do then?" I asked them.

They all come forward and in unison reply "You must kill them!"

After that I devised a plan. I would start sneaking poison into their food. They would slowly lose their minds just like me. I'd give them a little more each time until finally, they would stop dropping like flies at my feet. They would feel how they made me feel. I'd get my revenge. So, I followed through with my plan. Mom went first. Then my sister, and finally darling daddy.

I set the house on fire and sat in the front yard watching it burn. The police came and froze as they saw the smile on my face. They put me in the back of the cop car and brought me right to the mental hospital where I was put in a padded cell. Anytime anyone would come and talk to me I'd just sit there rocking back and forth talking to myself. Saying the voices told me to do it. That was my story and I'm sticking to it. They can't take me to jail if they believed I was insane. The voices tell me I'm not insane. I was there for 2 years before that little b***h Malorie showed up. So was so little, so fragile. Everyone started ignoring me again. That's when Landon appeared to me. He told me we could get rid of her, but we had to wait until the perfect time. So that's what I've been doing. Waiting and waiting and waiting. I'm starting to wonder if it will ever happen.