One? Just one? I wish, my God, if you exist and can hear me, I wish it were only one. This awful, deep, hoarse, hysterical, unknown yet so familiar voice, I wish it were just one. I would kill it on the spot. I would have chased it away by now, as we speak. But it surely isn't my voice. Mine is beautiful, melodic. It could even be on the radio. Unfortunately, it's not just one. There are too many voices that torment me at night - they always visit me after midnight, they know what they're doing - and despite all the years that have passed, I still haven’t figured it out. And the years are not few. Do you think there is no cure? Who knows... What I'm living is both laughable and heartbreaking. My life has turned into a nightmare that gets mixed up with real nightmares, but I show none of it to anyone because I'm afraid. However, I have decided to confess it all. A big decision I've made, I know. Not to play "story," like "look at me, I have this and I'm special," but for one and only reason. To convince the others who are in the same situation as me that they are not alone.