ninjapanda09

 Your lips part softly as you whisper into an imaginary microphone. You close your eyes in silent joy as instruments play in your head. You sway back and forth as you stand by yourself, digging your toes into the carpet. The night sky's stars radiate through your window. The world has paused, leaving you to sing to yourself. You are alone. Your head aches as you look at the room that is filled with gadgets. Metallic clings have been brought to a standstill and robots seem to have gone idle. Your voice rings through the room and usually bright posters hang dull in the moonlight. The screen of your TV reflects rays onto the floor. The cold li

   You sigh and blink yourself awake. Electronic numbers flash, 3:43 AM. You are wide awake. Memories of dreams fade and you decide to ignore the fact you can't tell if they even were dreams. You fall back asleep. Nudging at your shoulder is your Bro, he holds a shitty sword in his free hand, slung over his shoulder. You turn to face him, lips parting. You groan in misery before sitting up to look at him. "Morning, Sleeping Beauty. Get ready, walk to the bus stop, you have a full day ahead of you." His tone mocks you. You frown, remembering the past few weeks. You've had to move schools, apartments, states. Everything here seems to peev

 ---Sollux's POV--- You've been dealing with this shit for all of your life. You are constantly plagued with voices. And that probably makes you crazy, which most of your friends do think, but you do have some people that put up with it. Those are some of the best people you know. Anyways, these stupid voices have been especially awful lately and you sort of want to just go into your own pan and fucking murder them prematurely or again. You are usually much more moody than usual at times like this, so you tend to not talk to people when little fits like this roll around. You've decided that you don't want to lose any friends or something.