It's funny isn't it? When your dead you hear voices, but some people who are alive hear voices anyway. Its like a gift that you can't return, because theirs no receipt. No one wants it, but they have to live with it, in a matter of speaking I mean.
"Sonia can you hear me?" It was blurry and hard to see, I didn't know where I was, who I was, how I got here. I could feel my body being slapped and pinched,
'Why don't they leave me alone?'
"Wake up!" No, I want to lie here forever, were no one can hurt me, go away.
"Get up!" I opened my eyes to find I was sitting in someone's living room, I…
