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Ever since I can remember, my sister has taken pills. She took them in the morning and would become moody and withdrawn afterwards. They'd wear off in the early evening, and she'd become her old talkative self again. I asked her about them once, as she was filling up her pill box for the next week. 'The red ones are for sadness; the blues are for nerves,' she explained, smiling slightly. I picked up a third, a small white pill. 'What's this one?' Her face fell suddenly.

'To keep out the voices.'

'What voices?' I asked.


by Olivia Williams (17)
Edgbarrow School, Crowthorne

Competition - Grim Tales

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