The Voice

This is fiction but we all have some voices don't we?

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As far as Ziven remembers, he lived by himself in his house with the Voice. This thing stayed with him all the time, talking without having any real body and since he was very young, he thought that it was nothing else but his inner voice. This thought suited him and the Voice made him believe it for a very long time. It taught him basic knowledge, told bedtime stories, played word games with him and warned him not to touch the cactus because it was obviously very sharp.

There were many cactuses around Ziven's house because this was the only one among all the sand and stones surrounding the place. The Voice was always telling him how many dangers were out there, scorpions, snakes, odd lizards and other animals which are serious threats to him. Besides, he used to ask about his parents and every time, the Voice said that they had died in a very bad accident when he was just a baby, so he did not even know them.

For some years, he believed everything he was told by the Voice.

One day, after returning home from playing in the front yard of the house, Ziven started looking through his whole house, searching for any photo, any letter, diary or anything similar to a piece of info. Not finding anything made him disappointed. For the first time ever, the Voice could not detect his thoughts, it was completely silent.

At this point, he realized something really strange, there were two voices, the silent real inner one and that loud and constant voice which had been talking non stop for years. The truth then came.

The Voice said that its real name was the Voice, and it pretended to be his inner voice. It told him that it was the one who created him, and in all parts except for the part that has to do with making babies, it was his parent. He could not believe it, and he was very angry that he did not have his real parents. The Voice told him that those facts were made up by it to protect him till his age. He asked the Voice about his mother, and it said that people usually had two parents but he was not like others. It created him from the dirt lying in its garden.

Sitting on the floor, he listened very carefully. The story was strange but still believable.

Everything was going well for sometime. He grew older and now it was only fighting, shouts, cries, slamming the door and long quiet periods. Ziven read a lot of books and watched some movies, so he was starting to think a lot and wondering whether all of it was real.

Asking the Voice about it, it told him that books and movies were some kind of made up picture of reality, which was far from it. Ziven claimed that it created it, so the answer was wrong but when Ziven asked why this was done, the Voice was silent.

One evening he took some of his things and walked off to the desert. Despite the Voice being worried about it, he did not pay any attention and even after being stung by a scorpion, losing all of his water and hitting against something invisible, he knocked himself down.

Waking up, the Voice was panicking, yelling and sobbing about something Ziven never would imagine. At that point, he admitted that he was afraid. The Voice reacted violently and Ziven continued beating the wall with his hands, which became very clear in a second.

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Now, please listen.

Can you hear it?

Some faint clicking coming from behind the screen.