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"go away."
Doppio lay on the bed wishing only to fall asleep as soon as possible.
"there's no need for that."the male voice says firmly again "your medicines are not needed."
doppio frowns again, he hated it all so much.
"all you need is me, my little doppio."
as usual, this phrase completely pisses doppio off, a headache attack overtakes him so unexpectedly that he almost falls, while getting out of bed. the young man covers his ears with his hands and puts pressure on his head.
"I hate you! go away! go away! go away!"
he is screaming. doppio had just yelled those words, probably all over his empty house. but to whom is he shouting? anyone would have thought he was crazy. and would be right. doppio screamed at the voice in his head, which sometimes even had the audacity to take control of doppio's body. the worst thing is that doppio remembers nothing at all from the moments when he was not in control of his body. it was very frightening. what if this fucking voice will kill someone? what will doppio do? but at the moment the main question is what should he do now? The voice has been gone for two years now and now it's back again. other voices also came back, they weren't as clear and also never spoke separately, and this one constantly arguing that doppio should accept it. bullshit. this is a hallucination, and this dirty flattery will not make him give up. he should take his pills and everything will pass. the young man runs to his desk, but stumbles.
"my sweet little silly doppio." the man rises as the voice continues to say "believe me you'll get it soon, I'm all you need."
"shut up!"
"can't you see your friends don't want to talk to you, when Demitro last texted you?"
"don't talk about my friends! you know they're dead! and it was you who killed them! them and my father!"
"yes, but i did it for us."
the young man falls to his knees and cries loudly. a new attack of headache covers him like the strongest storm. he doubles over and starts screaming in pain again.
"well, well, don't cry, everything will be fine soon, just accept me, doppio."
the voice continues to pour sweet speeches into his ears, although not even into his ears, but immediately into his brain. doppio wants to protest again and hit the floor with his fist, but ends up in bed. voice used his body again. headache hits him again, it comes every time the voice regains doppio control.
"sleep baby."
doppio still wants to protest, but it's all terribly exhausting, and now it's one in the morning, and the young man has no choice but to fall asleep.
"Don't worry baby, you'll be glad to hear me soon," the voice whispers comfortingly.