Her father circles around me. I feel strange. Not like the voice is taking control of me again, but still uncontrollable of my actions.
I have never met her father before. I have only seen pictures of him and Y/n together. Y/n never told her what her father did for a living and now I know why.
A piece of duck tape still covers my mouth. It makes breathing a little difficult. But I rather have my mouth sewn shut than here that evil voice escapes my lips. It seems bad things follow the voice whenever it speaks. I hope Y/n and her father can find out where the voice came from and what its intentions are.
They come to the conclusion that I am possessed by some kind of supernatural creature. Wow, I thought. I didn't think of that.
My eyes feel heavy. I haven't slept in days. I wish I could sleep, but every time I close my eyes I have these nightmares. They seem so real. The way things touch my skin, the sounds, and the things I see. It's like I am awake.
Lately, I haven't been able to tell what is reality and what is a nightmare. Both are equally awful at this point.
Y/n walks over to me and kneels down in front of me. She places her hand on my knee and says, "I'm going to get you back. I promise."
Tears began to stream down my face. What if she can never get me back? What if I have to live the rest of my life with the voice inside my head? I will never be able to live a normal life like this. No normal person would want to be with me.
I hope Y/n and her father can help me, make me normal again. I want to be able to love someone without feeling the urge to harm them.
They leave the room together, and I'm left alone once again with the voice inside my head.
Thank goodness they're gone, the voice says. I thought they would never leave.
He creeps back into my mind, like a monster creeping from the shadows. I am a child, afraid of my monster living in the shadows.
"Why don't you just go into someone else's mind and leave me alone?" I say out loud.
I hate the feeling I get when the voice comes back. I feel powerful, when I'm seemingly powerless; I feel like a killer, I can only imagine how many people this voice has killed with my own hands; I feel like a child compared to the voice. He is so dominant now. He can switch me off like a light switch now. There's no more struggling with him, only immediate surrender.
I like it in here, in your mind. He says. I really hit the jackpot here. You are, or were, dating a hunter of the supernatural. I didn't have to find one myself to harm. I just wish you were a little more athletic, it would make getting out of this chair a lot easier and maybe you wouldn't get beat up by a girl.
"Is that supposed to hurt my masculinity?"
No. Not exactly.
Y/n's father comes into the room with a knife in his left hand. He must be left handed like Y/n. I know she would hate me for saying this but, father like daughter.
He walks behind me. I can feel the coolness of the knife in between my hands. He sets my hands free as well as my ankles.
I'm free.
"If you're really what Y/n says you are, you can control that beast inside your mind." Her fathers says standing in front of me.
I don't get up from the chair. If I get up, I will lose control again.
"Get up." He says. His voice is stern, like he is unafraid of what might happen.
I do as I'm told and stand to my feet. He drops the knife he used to release me to the floor. "Y/n thinks you can control it. Prove yourself to her." His voice is monotone.
"I can't." I say almost to a whisper.
"Try." He is getting impatient. But by the way Y/n always described him, he is always a little impatient.
"I can't." My voice echoes through the empty building. "Don't you understand? I try to control it but I can't. I'm too weak."
He runs his fingers through his grey hair and leaves the room without another word.
I walk over to the knife and pick it up. It's so small, yet it can do so much damage. I contemplate slicing my wrist, watching the blood flow out of my body, and the voice slowly leaving my mind.
But that would be cowardliness. I have to stay strong for Y/n. But how can I stay strong when I am so weak against the strong voice inside my head?

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FanfictionI apologize in advance for any misspelling or grammar mistakes. Inspired by season 3b of Teen Wolf. Hope you enjoy it. "When is a door not a door?" "When it's ajar."