#WritcoStoryChallenge
The footsteps following me sounded closer. I ran through the empty corridors of the hospital, my heart pounding with terror.
I turned a corner and stopped short. I had reached a dead end. Those voices... undesirable voices follow me all the time. They say iam insane but they don't know how distraught iam. I quit explaining to people and they stopped believing me. The only person who knows me is my other half, my conscience....