Screwdrivers - 100W

TW: self-harm, mental illness

The voices were relentless. Ive tried covering my ears and humming. Ive even tried pleading for them to leave me alone.

But I'm never alone. The voices were always there, whispering and plotting. Telling me to do ghastly things. It was all too much. Screaming, I went to the garage.

I rifled through the toolboxes, looking for something to silence the cacophony of voices. The screwdrivers felt heavy in my hands as I jammed the ends in my ears, desperate to cease the voices. But as the tool scraped the delicate structures in my ears, the evil voices never stopped.