January Bell

He turns from my bedside, and I throw the only thing I can at him.

My truth.

“I despise you,” I rasp. “I will hate you forever for taking my choice from me.”

You are everything I never wanted, everything I loathe, childishly selfish, full of deceit and hatred.

Because it’s smart to talk to your auditory hallucinations. Really makes them think twice about bothering you. Everyone knows that.