Writing Clarissa's NightmareBook
She was only eleven years old when it began. She new from the start they wouldn't understand. No one would understand. She was left with only the thoughts in her head. There were hundreds of them at a time.That was enough. Clarissa was smart enough to survive on her own. All she had to do was stay inside. Black out the rest of the world. Sure she had to eat and she needed water but other then that she knew how to shut it all down. The only problem was, they wouldn't let her. Now, after going through hundreds of physiological testing sessions and even more psychiatric ones, Clarissa was done. She'd had quite enough. The voices in her head were louder now and much more demanding. She probably couldn't have shut them off at this point, even if she'd tried. So it was a good thing she didn't want to any more. They were a part of her now, she was them, and they were her. Together they would get even.