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voices
/vois/
noun
the sound produced in a person's larynx and uttered through the mouth, as speech or song.
This is gonna have nothing to do with that definition what so ever-
Also it's a little gruesome if that what you wanna call it, so bEwArE-

Zak POV

I was just taking a walk through the park when I suddenly saw a little girl playing. The first thing I thought was this:

It'd be so easy to slit her throat right now.

I stopped in my tracks as I thought that.

No, I thought.

People are good, people matter. They're not just objects.

I took a deep breath and began to walk home.

Most people would probably say that was weird for me to think, but let me explain.

I was born in a 'happy family. With my mom, Sarah, and my dad, Thomas.

One day my mother 'disappeared' and I was left with my dad. But he was crazy. Completely insane.

He was a serial killer.

You can probably guess where my mom 'disappeared' to.

Since I could I walked my dad taught me to use weapons, how to kill people, how to cover up the evidence while doing it.

My dad had killed over 100 people in our town, and I was brainwashed into thinking it was okay.

My dad never got caught once, until his 128th victim.

Yes, the person was successfully killed, but my dad failed to cover up the evidence that he was there.

So when the police came to arrest him, he was caught off guard.

His dad's words rang in his mind:

If I ever get caught, hide in the bunker in the basement, and never forget what I taught  you.

So the day my dad got taken away I rushed to grab some of my belongings and get into the bunker, but I was caught.

I was caught by Sheriff G. Williams.

He found me before I could get into hiding.

And he took me out of the house and to the police station.

But that was four years ago, I'm nineteen now.

But I can't seem to shake my dad's voice out of my head.

When I see someone standing outside alone I think:

If I sneak up behind them I could wrap my fingers around their throat before they could even react.

Then I'd hear my dad's voice:

Come on Zak, you know you want to do it.

And I'd have to fight against his nonexistent voice in my head.

Everyone in town stays away from me, knowing that I was Thomas Carders son. I only I have one friend, Vincent.

He's the only person who actually considers me a friend.

Best friends actually.

We've been friends since we were 10.

I saw him get bullied by three older boys. He was getting hit repeatedly by them, leaving bruises on his arms. I walked up to them and told them to stop but they didn't listen.

Then they attacked me.

But of course I knew a tricks about how to beat them all, 3 vs 1.

Ever since then Vincent has been my best friend. Even when it was revealed that my dad was a serial killer, he stuck by my side.

I barely even noticed I arrived at my house. I blinked a couple of times before I went inside.

Oof this is something wayyy different than normal..

Part two?