“Mary.” I heard the soft voice call. I went about my daily routine as normal. The voice still there, saying my name, getting louder throughout the day. I looked at myself in the shattered mirror. Many different versions of me staring back. I went into the kitchen, the knives left on the side. I went up the stairs, past family and solo pictures with my face scratched out. I went into the living room. I pressed the TV remote even though it had no batteries in it. I laughed at the smashed TV as though I was watching the funniest show on Earth. I opened the draw near the sofa to find the charred note.

Don’t listen to the voice in your head.

I grabbed the lighter and started burning it again; not much but just enough that I felt better about it.