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I didn't feel like myself. I raised my hand to my face, and saw that it was purple from blood loss. There was a puddle of crimson liquid soaking into my socks. "I'm going to take this off now." I looked around and saw a boy, with dark red hair nod his head. "Yes, that's fine. We're out now." He had very bright blue eyes, like me. He was wearing completely black clothing. "Are you...?" "Yes, I am one of the voices in your head. We are out now." I looked around. "But I only see you..." He sighed and turned around, looking out of the window. "That's because the others don't want to be seen right now. They will later, though." "How do you know? How can you be so certain?" "Because if they don't show themselves later, I will murder them myself." Four more people appeared. I gasped. "Cool!" I exclaimed. He smacked his forehead.



"Where's Terry, the troublemaker?" He asked the others as I heard breathing coming from behind me.



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