Split Personality

An Uncharted Childhood

a reader of this book (@CountrySide1406) recommended this song to me and said it reminded them of this book. and of Red and Pink fighting. (trust me, no mater what this chapter promises their quarrels are long from over) and I feel honored to have one of my stories thought of when listening to music. its such a nice feeling. I am grateful for everyone who reads this. thank you. 

also, feel free to comment on any lie Red says throughout the chapter. I kinda want to know how you would call him out. it seems like it would be funny. 

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Pinks POV:

It was an eerie thing to be a part of. To be potential prey to an undetected and unidentified predator. To be completely stuck in the conceivably unending darkness. Never being able to find your way back to the light. Stuck in the cold destined to perish before the sun can light your path to safety.

As I continue to stare out of the window, I notice a few white speckles falling gracefully from the sky. They kept getting more and more frequent until the forest was blurred by the overwhelming white dust.

"Looks like it's snowing. It's heavy too. I predict about five inches of snow, maybe more." America says, not looking away from the road in front of him. Great, first it's cold, now it's snowing, and America is predicting five inches of it!

We continue down the path and soon I see the end of the forest as the moonlight illuminates the tree's edges. Once we pass the forest I see lights. Street lights. They were old and decaying slowly as the rust took away the supports. The warm yellow light that came through the glass tops of the street lights made a more familiar feeling for me.

I hear as the sound of the tires rolling switched from the sound of gravel to the tires rolling over smooth pavement. There were visible buildings and roads. Paths and sidewalks. A central area for all flags to use. It looks so much different than it used to.

The longer I stay here the more I realize that I will have to relearn almost everything. How to talk, how to act, how to get around. I will have to relearn the streets and pathways. I will have to rememorize all of the flags. They all look so different. There are new countries, new borders, new history, new science, new literature, new art.

The more that sinks in the more I feel like a child again. Not exactly knowing anything but knowing enough to pretend you know everything. It's filled with wonder but also great danger. I don't know how anything works and I feel that's coming back to haunt me.

No wonder everyone keeps treating me like a child. I'm probably acting like one. Of course I've always been this way. The unknown lurks of the dark have always scared me. The water scares me so bad I still don't know how to swim. I can sort of climb trees. I can cook, sort of. My overactive imagination is to blame for this.

You seem upset? 'yep' want to tell me why? 'not exactly' does it concern me? 'yes' then tell me 'fair enough.'

'You know how everyone has been treating us like children?' Mmhm 'I think it's because we act like children.' What do you mean? We are perfectly functioning adults! 'are we?'

Red sighs. No. I know we are pretending. We don't know any basic life skills. No one ever taught us. And we were too scared to ask. 'don't forget the fact we are A, afraid of the dark. B, have overactive imaginations. And C, we still barely know magic. All things common with children. Especially flag children.'

Your right. We are childish. 'that's not necessarily a bad thing.' It is. There's no sugar coating it. We need to grow up and we need to do it fast. 'but...ok.' Sorry for being bossy. I'm working on it I swear. What do you want to say. 'it's just, I like the way I act. JE likes the way we act. Do we think deep down, we should change that aspect of us?'

If we were two different people this would be so much easier. 'yeah but that's life for you.' If only we could split. I don't understand why we're stuck. 'I don't either. All we can do is wait and hope.'

How about this, I will work on being less childish and bossy and you can work on being more assertive. Sound good? We can help each other through this. 'I would like it if we stopped fighting so I agree. But can I ask you something else?' Of course, what is it?

'can you stop the bad dreams? They're not funny anymore. I know you started them as a joke and you do them when you get mad but can you stop it please. I have been dealing with them since we were kids and I think it's time you learn how to take your anger and stress out a different way. If that's not too much to ask.' Oh I, I'll try. It's become a force of habit. I just do it without thinking at this point. But I promise I will try. 'thank you.' Of course. After everything I've done, it's the least I could do.

I look back out the window and we are going around a corner on the side of a hill. I see the ocean. It was scary to look at. The infinite abyss that is the ocean. One wrong move and your forever at its mercy. You are never alone and you never know what's in there with you. And by the time you find out, it's too late. I have heard too many stories about the water to make me know it's not worth it.

I see a house on the edge of the woods. It was on a short hill and looked out at the ocean. There was only one road and no other houses in sight.

It looked old. Not a bad kind of old, something you could look at and go 'that is a beautiful piece of architecture. Why did we stop building things like this again?' This is Britain's house alright.

The wood work on the outside was beautiful and the paint was stunning. The roof tiling was nice as well. It looked Victorian with a touch of gothic. It was nice. America drives up to the front of the house. 

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hope you enjoyed. 

anyways, toodaloo,

-Grilly