I can't take this anymore, I think. I caved in to the voices.

Aren't you glad you finally ran away?

Aren't you happy now? He is.

Are you proud of yourself, scum?

Rubbish.

Piece of trash.

Invisible.

Nothing.

Worthless.

Waste.

I sighed, looking out the window. It's getting light out now--I wonder what Nico and his family is doing. Getting ready for school like any normal day, or worrying about me?

Probably smiling and laughing their butts off.

Shut up. Just shut up.

I sighed, pulled at my curly hair. I hate feeling this kind of stress, but I kind of did it to myself. I take a deep breath, wondering if the medicine I took was supposed to work--it clearly didn't.

What's wrong with me? Running away?

I'm going insane.

You always were insane.

I turned my attention back to my gaze. I was looking at the busy streets of New York through a window. If I was going to run away, why didn't I just leave this city altogether?

That stupid boy is holding you back.

My life wasn't the best, but it was still great. I threw it all away, and for what? For the voice in my head? Why?

I am your only true family. I'm here to protect you and love you, nothing more.

I looked at the people on the sidewalk, going about their daily routines. I looked at the bus stop, people hopping on and off the vehicle.

You scum of a person.

All I can think about is where Nico could be in this mess of a city. So chaotic, so insane--maybe that's why I like it so much. I'm the same as it. Or am I?

You're a waste of space.

Who am I?

You're a coward and a fraud.

Why did I give my angel up?

You piece of trash!

What's the point in any of this?

Give up already.

What's the point in trying?

I give up.