That noise. The screeching noise seemed to wander in my mind as the repeating pound echoed in my head. That noise. It was getting louder. And closer. The pounding thudded against my brain as the screeching noise got louder, and louder, and louder. It was all around me. Then it was behind me. Now in front of me. I whirled around to find nothing, just the repeating pound and screech. The screeching noise seemed to make my ears bleed as the pounding rumbled in my chest. Where is it? I thought. I couldn't take it. My head was about to explode.
"Where is it!" I screamed. I madly tugged at my hair and grinded my teeth. "WHERE ARE YOU!" I was going mad. But that couldn't be since I was already mad. I'm insane, I thought. "I'M NOT CRAZY!" I screeched. I threw myself against a cold wall and started to sob. I sank to the floor and curled into a little ball. The noise gotten so loud I couldn't hear it. But the voice inside my head echoed all around the room. You're insane, a mental patient, they'll send you to an Asylum, it hissed. "No, no!" I whispered. "I'm not crazy! Shut up! Leave me alone!" I yelled. But the voice continued to hiss. Ha! Whatever you say or do, you're crazy. When you dream, you're crazy. And when you die, it will be because you're crazy! The last word it said echoed in my mind. Crazy, crazy, crazy. I plugged my ears but I could still hear it. "STOP IT! STOP IT! LEAVE ME ALONE!" The echo of that word drowned my screams. "HELP ME! PLEASE STOP! PLEASE..."
"Please!" I opened my eyes and looked around. A bright glare from the walls shined in my eyes. I looked around the familiar room. I sighed with relief. I was a dream, I thought. The shadows seemed to dance and twirl on my wall. I can't be crazy, I feel fine, I thought. I watched the shadows dance until my alarm went off. I jumped and screamed. Not again, I thought. I looked around to find the noise. I couldn't stand it. I cowered in a corner and kept on screaming. It's coming for me! Then the door opened and a familiar figure rushed inside.
"Mindy! What's wrong?!" asked my mother. She quickly turned off the alarm and I stopped screaming. I breathed heavily and frantically looked around the room. It's gone, I thought.
"I had a bad dream," I replied. I casually got up and looked in my closet for clothes. My mother stood there and looked at me.
"Mindy, you were screaming and huddled in the corner like a monster was going to eat you! Is there something wrong? You can tell me, Mindy," sighed my mother. What a fool she is. She didn't understand anything. She was such easy prey. I found some clothes and put them on. I turned around and looked at her.
"It was nothing, alright?" I said. I sighed and rushed downstairs, grabbed my bag, and made my way to school.

Different faces and colors crowded the hallways as I walked in. I pushed and shoved my way through. I stared at the faces. The faces seemed to look distorted and unproportioned, like clowns. Evil clowns. Face after face they mockingly laughed at me. They were all around me. I hurried faster to my class, but the faster I went, the slower I ran. I was in slow motion. Millions of voices slowed down and sounded like monsters. I couldn't breath. I choked and struggled to breathe. The faces were all looking at me, watching me slowly die. Just before I was going to black out, someone behind me lightly tapped my shoulder. I whirled around to find a face looking at me.
"Mindy, are you okay? It looked like you couldn't breath or something," said a tall figure with gray eyes. It was Allen. I sighed with relief and smiled.
"I'm fine, it was just-nevermind," I said. The faces were now normal and I could breath. We walked to class and sat in our seats.
Class started and the teacher went on an on about some chemical energy or something. I was looking through the window until I smelt something. A smell of smoke and something burning caught my attention. I whipped around and found myself hypnotized by wonderful warm colors. The teacher was holding a match and was explaining something but I was lost. The flames danced an evil dance and I watched it, everything else drowned, lost in my mind. How beautiful the flames were, and how dangerous, much like a rose with thorns. Then, the flame went out and I was pulled away from my world and back into reality. I want to see the flames again. And I will soon.

I walked into my bright room and threw my bag on the floor. I sat on the edge of my bed and looked out my window. Before I knew it, tears streamed down my face. Why am I crying? God I'm insane, I thought. Then I broke down into sobs. Sobbing, I crawled to the corner and curled up into a ball. I laid there for what seemed like hours until a song came into my head.

2, 4, 6 and 8
these are all the things I hate
1, 3, 5 and 7
they say I'm not going to heaven
I look through the door
And what do I find?
Sitting on the table is my mind

Matches! I thought. I stopped singing and rushed to the kitchen. I fumbled through the drawers and finally found them. I quickly struck a match with my hand shaking. The beautiful flames were seen again. I watched the flames until someone walked into the kitchen.
"Mindy! What on earth are you doing! Gimme those!" exclaimed my mother. She snatched the matches out of my hand and the flame from the lit match went out. Anger flooded all over my body.
"Give them back," I hissed. Crazy thoughts filled my mind as my fist shook.
"No, Mindy. You could burn the house down,"
Burn the house down. It echoed in my head. I quickly reached for the matches without success. Anger rushed through me.
"GIVE THEM TO ME!" I screamed. I grabbed a burning frying pan from the stove and slammed it against her face. A piercing scream came from her and she fell down, holding the burnt side of her face. Without hesitation, I ran to the garage and grabbed the bottle of gasoline. Burn the house down.
I splashed gas all over the house. I hit her with the pan again and knocked her out. I emptied the bottle onto her and grabbed the matches out of her hand. I struck a match and stepped back.
"I told you to give them back to me," I whispered. I threw the match on the floor and ran. A loud bang from the flames was heard as I rushed through the front door and onto the yard. The house instantly burst into flames. It was the most beautiful thing I ever seen.
"Mindy! What happened!" yelled a voice. I turned around and saw Allen running towards me. A look of horror was on his face.
"It's nothing. Follow me," I said calmly. I grabbed his hand and dashed to the woods.

"Mindy, what happened to your house?" asked Allen with a sound of concern in his smooth voice.
"I burned it down," I replied.
"WHAT? ARE YOU CRAZY?!" yelled Allen. Anger rushed through my body once more. I got up and pushed him.
"You think I'm crazy, huh? You really think I'm CRAZY!" I was throwing punches at him and kicking him madly. "I'm NOT CRAZY!" Then at a moment of total madness I found my pocketknife.

Cold gray eyes stared blankly at the starlit inked sky. I sighed and got up from my sitting position, wiping speckles of red from my face. The red puddle of blood seemed to still be spreading as if it was growing. My hands were disguised red and so was my clothing. The only thing I really miss is his voice. A soothing voice that made you melt when you heard it. I reached down and stroked his hair. It was a shame it had to come to this. His hair felt like silk to the touch.
"I guess you were right, Allen," I sighed. "I really am crazy, aren't I?"

2, 4, 6 and 8
these are all the things I hate
1, 3, 5 and 7
they say I'm not going to heaven
I look through the door
And what do I find?
Sitting on the table is my mind