Misty

“Misty. Misty. Hey, Misty!”

“Shut up!” Misty says out loud. Other library patrons give her weird stares, but she doesn’t notice.

“Nobody can hear me except you, Misty,” the voices reminds her.

“Maybe I don’t want to hear you either. Ever think of that?” Misty thumbs through a back issue of Scientific American. “Maybe I don’t want a voice in my head all the time telling me to do things.”

A woman walks past Misty.

“Her! Kill her,” the voice says.

“See, this is what I’m talking about!” Misty says. “Okay, but this is the last time, and I mean it!”