Mentally Ill

"Shut up." She whispered, her hands clenching in her hair, "Shut up." But the voices didn't stop. They'd been squabbling for hours, fighting inside her head, sometimes using her mouth. One of them broke through her precarious control, and her lips moved, her voice slightly deeper, "That's a stupid plan." why do we need a plan? she questioned, now trapped inside her own head, "We can't let them take us." The person who'd commandeered her mouth said, sighing, Oh right... she thought, The asylum. "Yes," The person responded, the other voices within her mind quieted, listening, "The Asylum. If they take us in there... we'll just get pumped full of drugs, then how are we supposed to survive? How are we supposed to rescue her?" The rest of the voices piped up with suggestions, and the main voice silenced them, "Stop. None of that will work. We'll have to run." The girl who's head felt like it was splitting along imaginary seams found herself standing, though she was unsure how she'd come to be that way, having been curled on the floor but a moment before, "Let's go." Her mouth said, controlled by someone else, and her body climbed out her window, and took off through the tall grass. Maybe I should be in an asylum.. She whispered in her head, a thousand faces looked back at her, all her characters, her other voices, her personalities,
Why would you think that, hun? one of them asked, she shook her head,
Never mind, you're my friends. She decided as her feet pounded the ground.