The Voices Inside

Have you ever been scared of your own thoughts. The kind of undoubtedly bad thoughts that leave you frozen , wishing all the tears you have shed would finally make them drown ; the kind of petrifying thoughts that make you do bad things and you just wish that for once they would perhaps just slow down or maybe just STOP? I thought the voices were just in my head ; I'd locked myself in the damp, cobwebby dark room in the attic, but it wasn't the voices that I believed lay in my head. It was somebody from outside the thick, oak door and I had a burning desire inside me to find out who. As I uncurled from the hunched up ball I was spiralled in and began to anxiously walk through the husky clingy darkness until I finally felt the bitter , motionless handle and began to turn it...

This is my English essay and I thought it was actually alright for once so I decided to see what you guys (and girls) thought.

Megan Burns xx