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BLACK SCREEN.

Sound of men's voice.

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Men voice 1

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The first time I got a fight

with ​him I had when I got 5.

He was ​trying to use a ruler

as a ​screwdriver and I was

​just looking.

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A SPOTLIGHT slowly slices black space. In its someone trying to screw bolt with a ruler.

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Room with a light daylight.​

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Men voice 1​

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 ​​- "You will break it and mom

will get angry" - I said

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- "Well, she will get angry at

you" - he said and we heard the

sound of a ruler breaking

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Image of broken ruler

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​​Men voice 1​

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"Oops,,, Sorry!" - he  mumbled

and disappeared for a while.

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FADES IN BLACK

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for a few seconds silent men breath.

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A SPOTLIGHT slowly slices black space. Close up to a book, fingers crumbling pages and tearing them apart​

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​​Men voice 1

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Next time he appeared when I was ​​reading a book. He tore it apart

and I was just looking... again...

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Silence, breath

​​​Men voice 1 (continue)

with sadness in  voice

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My mom got angry she asked why

I have done it. And I told her

crystal honest :

" I didn't do it, mom.

It wasn't me!" and I meant it -

it wasn't me it was him.

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Something like that repeated every

week or even more often.

Fortunately my mom was a wise woman

and she understood what was wrong,

what was wrong, what was happening

with me and wasn't  really hard on me.

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She was trying to convince me that ​​everything in me is ME. That every

part of me is me and everything I

do is my deeds...

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It helped, it really helped and I ​​lived alone since then...

Until today...​​

I almost forgot how it feels, not

to be alone,,

to live with him together again.

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He came back.

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I've started to find different ​​things that doesn't belong to me.

One morning I woke up and found a

pack of cigarettes and a lot of

them were smocked. Room smelled so

badly...

I never smoked,,

I dont like it...

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Few months later later I have

started to find drawings. First

at my notepad, then on my table,

and later I saw them hanging on

my wals. I never drew before, I

had D at my school even if I was

so passionate about this subject,

I always tried my best but it

never worked,

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Why it's so cold?....

Where am I?

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What time is now?

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What I am doing here?

Please help me...

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There are two of me..

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We have been at war since he

came back. As long as I can

remember one of me,

is represented by my heart. He ​​is sensitive. He is too caring,

socially awkward and paranoid.

He is who I really am.

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He loves deeply, holds on for

long and is hurt easily.

He sits inside my chest, banging

at the walls of my eyes to bit

another me out.

 ​​Anyone who looked in my eyes has

seen him..

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And then there is the ME that

most of my friends know and hm,,,​​appreciate?

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But he is horrible,,,,

horrible person. He was born

from the cracks in my heart and

he sits in the shadows of my chest

cavity, sinking his teeth into my

wounds. Laughing, mocking me.

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He is confident, vivacious.

He is full of life and courage.

He is the smirk on my face and the ​​mischievous twinkle in my eyes.

He is emotionless, plotting.

He is numb to pain and feeds off​ ​the happiness of others.

He possesses me, making me say

things that i would never dream of. ​​Manipulating others.

Playing chess with my life.

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But I dont want to hurt others.

I dont want him to take control.

agh... my head...

feels like it's going to explode...

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- Don't...

- Don't what?

- Don't look at me like that...

- Okay... I won't 

- Well,,,, Don't look away!

That's not what ​I am saying..

- Then what are you saying?

- I'm saying don't look at me

like THAT... look at me different..

- Different how?

- I can't tell you that.

That would be cheating..

- Cheating?

- Yes cheating. I prefer honesty

and authenticity.

- Can you say more clearly,

Don't mock me!!!!

- I am not mocking you!!!

​- Yes you are

- No I'm not!

- Yes!

- No! 

- Yes!!!

- No! Gosh! just STOP it!!!

- ahahhahahah that's better!

You did it!

- Did what?

- You looked at me honesty and​authentically and angry

- I did?

- Yes you did.

- Are you pleased now?

- No. But that's not the point. ​​hahahahahahah

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He thinks he can take control at

any second.

He can do it by force so easily,

but he is just sitting there...

laughing in my mind..

laughing and waiting..

Every night get's worse.  

My flashbacks becomes more vivid.

His voice become lauder and stronger,

more demanding.

The wals bleeding and I feel things ​​crawling on me. I try to run away

but he holds me.

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There is nothing I can do about

any of this.

I feel like it's all killing me.

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I don't know what to do..

I don't know who I am

Yesterday was probably one of the

most frustrating, scary days of my

life, I woke up with thoughts and

strong urge to seriously hurt somebody... ​And today I've found wounds on my arms..

​​I don't know how much more I can

handle all this.

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But you are not as terrible as you were before. You are not calling me mean things. You are not trying to kill me.

Hmm,, you are even being nice, just like the real you.

I think I don't mind having you in my head anymore. I guess after all that drama that went down yesterday, you are finally become a bit better..