The voice told her to continue walking into the woods, without a clue where she was going. One told her that it was better out here, away from her slut of a mother, away from her sibling, which had given her these bruises and scars.
     Alixes kicked a pinecone, stumbling through the trees, a blank look on her face. Voices, in her head, kept speaking to her. She wanted them to stop, but they never did. Only when she slept. Only when she was unconscious would the voices stop talking to her. They constantly told her what she should do, what she should say. And most of the time, she listened.
   'Sit here. Rest.' She sat on a log, picking at a loose string on her skinny jeans. Her turtleneck sweater felt scratchy and hot, even though it was cold in the woods. The trees blocked out most of the sunlight, letting in rays that slipped through the canopy of leaves.
     She sat there for a while, having conversations with the voices in her head, which sometimes weren't that bad. They kept her company, and that was nice, since she didn't have any friends. She was called names, bullied, pushed around, and abused. But she didn't listen. While the other kids yelled at her, telling her she was a freak, that she should just die, her voices told her otherwise.
     'You're smarter than them. Don't listen to them.' She knew she was smarter. That's why they would pick on her. Also the fact that she talked to herself, but she wasn't just talking to her own self. She was talking to her voices, the ones that protected her, and the ones that controlled her.
     There were five of them that she knew of. Five different voices inside her mind, all sounding different. One of them was a deeper voice, a male voice. He seemed to be the more dominant one. He was the one that told her she was better than the bullies at school, and the one that she knew the best.
     There was the female voice, the one that dominated more when she was sad. It soothed her, calmed her. Another voice sounded when she was angry. It didn't sound male or female, more animal than anything.
     One voice was mischievous. It always wanted her to get in trouble, telling her to steal something,  or do something rebelious.
     There was another voice that she didn't hear as often. It was monotone, a male voice, that didn't really make her feel anything. Sometimes she would be numb, and her other voices would become a dull, mild sound in her ears, while the monotone male voice took control. It didn't have an exact purpose or meaning. It just was there for when she wasn't feeling anything. So she would have someone to talk to, and she would go into deep and meaningful conversations with it. Her mother, when she wasn't drunk, became worried when her 16 year old daughter sat alone, on her bed, conversing with herself about the meaning of life.
     She was still having a conversation with the more dominant voice when her older sister burst out of the bushes, storming towards her. She slapped her, and Alixes brought her hand to her face.
     "What the hell were you thinking, leaving the house all of a sudden? Come on, mother needs you. "
     She grabbed my arm, and the demonic voice growled. 'Hit her. Do something. Don't let her push you around.' My voices started arguing, and I let my sister pull me back to our house.

I will continue this, just it's really late and I can't think straight. I just got this idea and knew that if I didn't start writing I would have forgotten it.
Will try and update frequently, I'm kind of working on another book too, so I've been overwhelming myself too often.