So this was just a weird idea I had. I hope ya'll like it and if not… well then it just goes away, doesn't it?

NO, I don't own this; ya'll know that by now right?

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The voices started one day when he was home sick from school with a migraine. His mother didn't approve, but when she had gone to open his bedroom curtains to let some sunlight into her son's room and he broke out in tears of pain, she decided to let him stay home.

He laid there and nodded vaguely as she told him how to spend his day.

"Now, you'll stay in bed until about 10:30. Then you need to get up, shower – because no matter how "sick" you are you are no stinking up my house young man – and then make sure to eat some lunch. I'll be calling at about… 11:30 to make sure you've done what I've said."

"Yes mom."

"Good," she said, kissing his forehead and catching the wince he made when that happened. "Feel better dear."

"Yes mom." She nodded at his words and left the room, calling for his little sister so they could leave. Ethan just stared at his bedroom door for a minute before he closed his eyes and buried his head in his pillow.

"Bossy woman isn't she?" Ethan's eyes snapped open when those words were spoken. He sat up slowly, surveying his room.

There wasn't anyone there. Had he imagined it? The voice – or more like voices, because it had sounded too thick to be just one – definitely hadn't been his own.

Was the migraine making him delusional?

"Not delusional. Just a little more… open-minded."

What was going on? Ethan rolled over and closed his eyes, hoping the darkness would ease his headache and make the voice stop. He only had two more hours of rest before he had to get up.

"Do you have to do everything she says?"

"Whatever you are, shut up."

"I won't be silenced so easily. But nice try."

All Ethan could do was will himself to sleep, trying to ignore the intense pain and the voice…

Surely he was cracking up. There was no way he could hear voices in his head, right?

…

Once he was awake, he showered and ate his lunch, just like he was supposed to. He talked to his mom when she called, called work to tell them he wouldn't be in, and was even done with his homework.

What could he do now?

"Do something wild. Why don't you run through your house naked, or go do something fun?! Do you do any fun stuff kid?"

He hit his head against the couch; why was he hearing things now? His headache was gone, and he was of sound mind, wasn't he?

"Oh you're completely sane kid. I'm just here."

"Where's here… and who are you?" He couldn't believe he was actually trying to talk back to the voice.

"I'm a friend… and I'm here. With you."

"But why?"

"You wouldn't understand."

"Try me."

"You're in a rut kid. You do everything your mom says, without batting an eye. Are you even happy with your life?"

"Of course I am."

"Are you sure?"

"Who are you and why am I even talking to you?! I must be crazy."

"Not crazy. Just… talented. Your migraine opened up a way for us to talk."

"So you're saying you're real?"

"As real as you are Ethan."

"How do you know my name?"

"I'm here to help you Ethan. Don't fight me. It'll only make my presence worse. If you welcome me into your mind, then there won't be any problems."

"I don't need help."

"Yeah you do."

…

The night went much like the day. Ethan bantered with the voice in his head – it had cleared, he could tell it was only one voice now – and he was glad he got it to stop so he could sleep.

But it was there when he woke up the next morning.

"Geez, is she always like this?" It had asked when his mom had barged in and woke him up, giving him his daily lecture on how his day would be going. "Don't you live your own life?"

"Apparently not since I can hear a dude's voice in my head."

"Hey, I'm trying to help you."

"Why? What's in it for you?"

"… That's complicated Ethan. Just know that I am here for a reason. You'll see."

"What's that mean?"

"Just don't worry about it. You'll find out when the time is right. For now, you need my help."

"No I don't."

"Whatever. You really do. I mean, do you even like private school? Or that cheesy job you've got because of her? Are you happy with this life?"

"That's none of your business. Now, get out of my head!"

"I can't. Don't you see? Not until I help you, and you help me."

"What are you talking about? Help you?"

"That's for another time Ethan. You're going to be late for school."

He felt the voice leave – if that was even possible – but he knew it would be back. With a groan, he got ready for school.

…

Luckily, his school wasn't too picky about clothing options; he was able to wear a plain shirt and nice pants and it would be good enough for them.

He was walking to his locker when he was bumped into a taller person.

"Sorry about that," a vaguely familiar voice said. He met hazel green eyes and then the voice was back, yelling at him.

"YOU'RE NOT READY FOR THIS ETHAN. BACK AWAY. NOW!"

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So that happened… I have a couple scenarios in mind that this could go with…

Guess we'll just have to wait and see what happens, won't we?

Thanks for reading & reviews are love!

-JustMe133