The voice resounded In Jane’s head. She walked to the window and gazed for a moment at the trees as they swayed above the garage. She could not stop it. The voice echoed deep at her chest and against her skull bones, as if a baritone sang ceaselessly with in the shrine of her body.
She opened the window and poked out her head. Hot air blew against her face, as she heard the birds twittering at the trees and jogging from branch to the other. She wished she could join them. She closed her eyes, spread her arms and closed her eyes. For a moment, she was lost.
“ The voice shall never leave you,” A shrill voice spoke.
Jane opened her eyes. A grey bird with a brown wings stood at the window sill, peeping with his black eyes at Jane as she screamed and fell to her back.
“ Get away from me,” she yelled at the bird as it hobbed to the floor of the house.
“ You can’t stop the voice, Jane” The bird said, “ The voice shall live with you till the day you die.”
Jane breathed deep and pushed her eyes closed, wishing it all would stop and it would end up as a bad dream; A dream that ended with her dying. The voice resounded once again in her head. Jane got to her feet and ran to the kitchen then returned with a knife in her hand. She pointed it at the bird.
“ leave me alone,” She screamed, pressing the handle of the knife. “ I shall kill you,”
She opened the window and poked out her head. Hot air blew against her face, as she heard the birds twittering at the trees and jogging from branch to the other. She wished she could join them. She closed her eyes, spread her arms and closed her eyes. For a moment, she was lost.
“ The voice shall never leave you,” A shrill voice spoke.
Jane opened her eyes. A grey bird with a brown wings stood at the window sill, peeping with his black eyes at Jane as she screamed and fell to her back.
“ Get away from me,” she yelled at the bird as it hobbed to the floor of the house.
“ You can’t stop the voice, Jane” The bird said, “ The voice shall live with you till the day you die.”
Jane breathed deep and pushed her eyes closed, wishing it all would stop and it would end up as a bad dream; A dream that ended with her dying. The voice resounded once again in her head. Jane got to her feet and ran to the kitchen then returned with a knife in her hand. She pointed it at the bird.
“ leave me alone,” She screamed, pressing the handle of the knife. “ I shall kill you,”