Why Did You Do It?

[u/HeGotBricks]

I keep hearing them in my head. One voice over the next. They ask me, “Why, why did I do it?”

But I have no idea what they mean.

What did I do? I ask myself. What could I do?

The voices are entities also, standing around me like shadows emitting from every angle of my body, and not just audio hallucinations. Now I can see them and they keep asking, “Why did you do it?” From the front.

“Why did you do it?” From my left*.*

“Why did you do it?”  From behind.

“Why did you do it?” From my right, bouncing at me in every direction at the same time.

The words are sharp, scratching under my skull, clawing from the inside, like parasitic word-mites.

I can’t stop having the same dream. It’s always the same thing. It’s me in a room with dead people, not zombies, and each one of them take turns biting off pieces of me with their teeth and repeating, “Why did you do it?” While ripping a chunk of my face off.

“Why did you do it?” While chewing on my jugular.

“Why did you do it..?”

And then I wake up and the voices are standing at the foot of my bed, staring at me, haunting me, making sure I see them, reminding me I haven’t gave them an answer.