Americana

*8 years ago, Lana is 10*

As I held the sick bird I saw fly into a window in my hands I see the birds breathing is slowing down.

It's suffering.

~kill it~

What?! No!

~Lana it's not going to survive, you're just making it suffer~

I could never kill something!

Maybe if I bring it to papa-

~no. You have to do it.~

You're just some voice in my head, I don't have to listen to you.

~oh naive Lana. I'm no voice. I'm apart of you.~

Then without realizing it, I snapped the birds neck.

* 7 years ago*

"Mr and Mrs Gray we have done multiple tests that prove Lana has not just one personality, but two. With multiple voices."

My parents looked at each other waiting for a reaction from one another.

"My daughter isn't crazy."

"Mr. Gray no one said your daughter was crazy but this would make sense for the violence and Lana not remembering it."

Papa sat down and looked at me.

"I'm sorry papa."

He rubbed my face and kissed my cheek.

"What do we do?"

"We could start on medications?"

*6 years ago*

"Lana?!"

~pick up the knife Lana~

~it's time for a new leader~

~you could be that leader~

I'm not going to kill my sister! You're crazy!

~if you won't. Then I will.~

No-

What happened?

There's blood everywhere!

Ella?

Ella?!

"Oh my god!"

"HELP!!"

Tears started to come down my cheeks, I couldn't find a pulse.

~you weren't crying while killing her, don't cry now.~

YOU KILLED HER!

~please. You just don't wanna face the truth. What will mom and dad say? They'll hate you.~

"Lana?! What the hell happened?!"

My mom came in and dropped her bags.

"Ella?!"

"What did you do?!"

~your a monster!~

no..

And then I passed out.

And woke up In a mental hospital for a year. Mama and papa didn't visit.

I couldn't blame them.

My sister.

*year later*

"Lana are you ready?"

"They hate me."

"Oh hunny they just needed time okay?"

"Let's go"

Daniel our driver pulled up.

I open the door.

"Where's mama and papa?"

"There waiting for you at the house."

I got it for an hour long trip.

Then we pulled up to what it seemed like a mansion.

The voice left. At the worst possible moment.

After it traumatized me it left.

It left me alone when I needed someone.

Guess the meds worked.

Daniel opens the door to the house.

"Mama? Papa?"

I knew they were gonna be distant. But not talking to me for a year was something I didn't expect.

Then mama died.

And on her dead bed she said she loved me.

And I didn't get the chance to say it to her.

After that papa barley even looked at me.

Kan left so it was just me and Jenny. Again.