A teenage boy (or girl) sitting at a desk writing in his (or her) journal while speaking aloud, Obvious distress and lack of sleep visible on face, a distant look in the eyes.
"T-they're locked away. And because of it... the headaches are around. They want to get out so, so bad. But, I can't let them, so I sleep, or try to at least, but I can't. I close my eyes and I can hear them, I see them. They always tell me that we used to be friends. I still know their names... Of course I do, they were... they ARE, part of me. Erick, Daniel, Zach, Rex, Emilee, Jeremiah, Spike, Mae, Mavrik... All... apart of me... but... different. I didn't like all the drama they brought, so I locked them up, and now, things are better. The only problem is the headaches, they're excrutiating, I sometimes can't see straight because of it, and I get these horrible mood swings. But it passes, I just have to let one of them out, only for a short while. I put them back in, and all is ok.
"T-they're locked away. And because of it... the headaches are around. They want to get out so, so bad. But, I can't let them, so I sleep, or try to at least, but I can't. I close my eyes and I can hear them, I see them. They always tell me that we used to be friends. I still know their names... Of course I do, they were... they ARE, part of me. Erick, Daniel, Zach, Rex, Emilee, Jeremiah, Spike, Mae, Mavrik... All... apart of me... but... different. I didn't like all the drama they brought, so I locked them up, and now, things are better. The only problem is the headaches, they're excrutiating, I sometimes can't see straight because of it, and I get these horrible mood swings. But it passes, I just have to let one of them out, only for a short while. I put them back in, and all is ok.
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