Danny

"What are the voices saying to you?" The therapist sits across from Danny. She is going to ask how many voices and about their tone. Danny is frustrated, his eyes caste to the side, eyebrows bent, his lips quiver. His speech is pressured. To Danny this is a personal question. It's like an invasion of privacy to say. 

"They, they tell me to hurt myself, that I'm a piece of shit anyway." He wrings his chubby hands. His disheveled curly red hair is flopping over his eyes. His mother sits in the next chair, exasperated. There have been many therapists and attempts to control Danny's Schizophrenia. The voices started when Danny was eighteen. He is now twenty five. 

After the session and an increase in his dosages, Danny and mother go home.

No one can tell Danny the voices are not real. They live inside his head. They hate him. They lie to him and reward him when he obeys them. He begins to believe them. He believes the lies they tell of people only wanting to hurt him. They tell him not to sleep. He believes he is just a piece of shit. He believes the voices. It's one against many who bombard him everyday telling him why he should just die. That he is the alien supreme ruler of Neptune who needs to return to the goat horned hoof ship. He can trust no one but the voices. He is tired, he is drugged and follows the commands. He overdoses and dies. 

Were the voices real? They were to Danny.