The Voice

“Tell me if you’re game.”

I watched Amy’s mind working through the situation. She looked up at the night sky and back at me before nodding. A smile broke across her face. I had already planned the entire night. The meteor shower started in less than an hour. The construction site was closed. It was in the middle of nowhere. They wouldn’t be bothered. I’d have Amy all to myself.

“Well, let’s go then,” I said, pulling back the fence for Amy to step through. I handed her the blankets and my bag filled with wine.

“Now what?” Amy asked after I made it through the fence. I took my bag out of her hands and placed my hand in hers.

“Just follow me,” I said, giving her my best smile that I knew she couldn’t resist. I pulled her toward some large machine that sat in the middle of the worksite. I pushed the bag up on the back and threw the blankets up after it.

“You seriously expect me to get up on that thing?” Amy said, crossing her arms over her chest. “I’m in a dress, Jack.”

“Yeah. I do, actually,” I said as I began to climb up onto it. Once situated on top, I reached my arms down and helped Amy up. I spread the blankets out across the surface and pulled out the wine. Amy smiled as I handed her a glass. We both scooted back to lean against the window. Everything was perfect so far. I should have known it wouldn’t last.

Without warning, the voice suddenly announced its presence.

Just do it already, it whispered.

I squeezed my eyes shut to will it away. The voice had begun about six months before. It pushed me to do things. Horrible things.

You know she’s cheating on you, right? Why would she want to be with a loser like you.

I shook my head. This night was supposed to be different. Why couldn’t the voice stay away for one damn night?!

“Jack, are you okay?” Amy asked. She looked on in worry as I squeezed my temples, forcing the voice to fade away.

“Yeah, I’m okay. Probably just the cheap wine,” I said, laughing and throwing my arm around her. She leaned into me and I pressed my face into her hair. Squeezing her tight, she nuzzled in even further.

I bet it’s Mike. You’ve seen the way she looks at him.

“No,” I whispered, pushing the thought away. Mike wouldn’t do that. Amy wouldn’t do that.

Come on, Jack. Just think about it. You can’t hide from the truth much longer.

“NO!” I screamed. Amy jumped from my arms and pulled away.

“What the hell, Jack?” she yelled.

I stared at her. Everything turned red. I saw it then. Amy and Mike. It all made sense. The voice had just been trying to help me all this time.

That’s right. Just give in.

“Jack, what’s wrong?” Amy whispered. The fear emanating from her was palpable. She could see the change happening right before her eyes.

I stood slowly, picking up the empty wine bottle.

“What did you do with Mike?” I asked.

Amy’s eyes widened. “What are you talking about? I’ve never done anything with Mike!”

The rage erupted in a flash. I slammed the wine bottle down as Amy screamed in horror. She crawled backward until her hand slipped off the side. She fell to the ground with a shriek. I walked to the edge and peered down. She was groaning; her arm twisted in a way it shouldn’t.

I smiled down at her.

That’s it, Jack. You’re so close.

I jumped down to the ground and kneeled beside her. Her eyes opened slightly and she squirmed away. Her head was bloody. She wouldn’t be awake for much longer.

Come on. Just do it. Become who you are meant to be.

The broken bottle suddenly weighed a ton in my hand. One last good thought flitted through my mind.

Get help.

But it was too late. The darkness had always been inside me. I knew what I had to do.

I leaned over Amy. Bending down to kiss her one last time, I gripped the glass in my hand and gave in to the voice.

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29 Comments on “The Voice

  1. hmm, remind me not to date Jack! Actually, he reminds me of a boyfriend I once had, although I was lucky enough to see it and get away from him! Makes you wonder how many people out there who hear, and give in, to their inner demons?

  2. Yikes! This is so disturbing. I love the pacing and the intensity – and I’m not sure what it says about me, but I kind of love the way Jack succumbed to the voice. 🙂

    • Haha – Thanks Suzanne! I thought about having him fight the voice back down but I didn’t think that was as fun 🙂 Hah!

  3. Yikers! So that’s what goes on in the head of a psychopath. Such character studies are always interesting. I like the way he fought against the voice and the transition that turned him from normal guy into killer. That change was very smooth and believable. Great story!

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