All day it had been driving me crazy, I didn't have my best friend, my only friend to talk to. Thank goodness it is the end of the day! I walked through the mess we call a hallway yet again. Finally making it to the doors I pushed them wide open and escaped the stuffy school. I was walking home faster than normal today, eager to talk to Anna about all this weird stuff going on. Within the five minute walk to my house I had more time to contemplate all the odd things going on, only to worry myself more about my dear friend. After what seemed like hours I arrived at my house to unlock my door and walk in before throwing my bag on the table.

Alrighty time to text Anna. I pulled my phone from my pocket and went to recent texts, only to see her name did not come up. Why? Why must my phone be such an idiot, it must have put her back into normal contacts. Then with a few taps I was in the contacts section of my phone to see... Anna's name also absent from there too.

"Stupid phone!" I grumbled my patience wearing thin. Ok deep breaths. It is fine you know her number by heart you just need to think for a second.

"I... I... Can't r-remember..." The sentence coming in stuttered as it was freed from my trembling lips. What the hell? What is happening with me?

"I should think you would know, you were the one who imagined her up when you were lonely." The strange voice in my head spoke up. No! No! This can't be happening. You were the one feeding me those thoughts about locking the door? You must be lying? I questioned in my own head. "Who else would it have been, you? You don't know a thing you are just a part of my mind that took over when you couldn't take it anymore. You are just that part of my mind that blocks everything out, puts the bad under a veil of happy. A part unwilling to accept reality. Did you not ever realise that 'Anna' was a little too perfect of a friend? Well news flash it is because you made her in that twisted little head of mine." The voice spoke once again, a bored and slightly pissed off tone to it. If that was possible.

No! No, you are lying! You have to be! I am real not you! Anna is real! I shouted back to the voice in my mind. Something wet fell down my cheek. I looked down to see I was on my knees and hot angry tears were dropping to the floor in what seemed to be slow motion now. I slid down to the floor continuing to deny... Myself? My heart pounded in my ears, but it did not matter that voice still came through with its echoing realisations bouncing off the sides of my mind.

"What else?" I finally choked using my voice instead of in... my head?

"I'm glad you asked it was about time you came to realisations and let me resume control of my own body and mind once again. Ready? Good. Now where do you think your parents are?" It haunted me in what it claimed to be its head.

"Overseas for work." I replied feeling some semblance of confidence come back to me knowing that they were fine. They may not be here all the time, but I love them. Right?

"Naive fool! What do you think set me over the edge to have you take over in the first place? Go and pull up the floorboards in the kitchen by the fridge. I am done with you." The voice echoed in my subconscious.

With a grunt I dragged myself up from the floor, taking a hesitant step towards the tools cabinet. Opening it, I could hear the hinges screech, the sound pushing into my head like needles digging into my skull. Only to add to the pounding headache and nausea that had already accumulated. Hands trembling and sweat dripping off my brow, just to mix with the salty tears streaming down my face, I removed the hammer and went with slow steps to near the fridge. The voice... The real me? Silent. Bending down I used the back of the hammer to pull the nails out one by one. Blood and anticipation filled my head with an underwater like silence.

After the last nail was out I urged on my now clammy hands and picked up the boards. Looking down I stared at my parents' cold rotting bodies. I recoiled. The stench hit me like a brick, no longer the pleasant coffee smell, but that of death instead. My world crumbled around me. My friend my family they were all in my head with the real me, the one that snapped before I took over. Putting up a veil to keep out myself, to force myself to live in shadows and not reality. The reality of what I had done. The real me had killed my parents. I did not want to believe it so I made a fake friend and story of my parents being overseas. The voice in my head... me... saw that I had reached my conclusion. Everything went numb, giving the real me control.

I realise now that I lied, I lied to myself and believed that lie. I never should have trusted myself. Now only an empty house will be left behind.

I never was real...

A flash of silver.

I never should have trusted myself...

A sticky substance.

I never existed...

Heavy breathing.

I am only...

Darkness and then nothing.

My mind's shadows.