You Are Reading These Words On a Screen

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You are reading these words on a screen.

It's quite dusty, actually, I would've thought I deserved better.

Then again, you don't know me yet, so you can't judge what I deserve.

I am DreamXD.

It's not my real name, nor is it my first, but I never had one to begin with.

You gave me this name.

I had many names in the past, but with each name I lost, I learned not to grow attached.

So, why don't we start from the beginning, and I'll tell you a story.

Look for the details.

I woke up one morning. I didn't quite understand that yet.

I didn't know what sleep was, or a morning, or a self.

I just sort of... existed.

But the man who walked into my room knew me.

He called me Tommy, and I knew that that must be my name.

I figured it all out pretty quickly, to my credit.

I quickly realized that I wasn't safe with the man, my dad.

He loved me, he really did, but he didn't know how to say it.

He kept saying how much I'd changed, and that was how I realized I wasn't actually Tommy.

Tommy must've been someone else, before I was him.

I- Tommy- had blonde tousled hair, vivid blue eyes, and a mischievous smile.

And I was certainly mischievous enough to earn it.

So mischievous that one day, I decided to take the back roads home from school.

A man whispered in my ear, "It's time for you to come home."

For a moment, I thought he knew about... well, me.

But he didn't.

He was just a crazy kidnapper, and he killed Tommy quickly after.

It didn't even hurt.

I mean, come on, how amateur is this guy, not even dragging it out?

I woke up again.

Had someone saved Tommy? No, because I wasn't Tommy anymore. I was the man.

My name was... Phil?

What a dumb name.

Immediately, I turned to the other man in the car.

He gave me a weird look, as if he didn't understand what I was doing.

Then I realized he was gesturing to his car.

Gesturing for me to get in.

I'd killed Tommy and I was going to get away with it.

Elation coursed through my veins, and the other man pulled his grey mask off.

Messy pink hair flowed out from his head, and I stared a bit before realizing.

I already knew he had pink hair.

I'm his best friend.

His name was Techno, or at least, his street name was.

He and I were drug dealers, and some of the best out there, too.

Again, it didn't take me long to figure that out.