Alice

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I've never told anyone about Alice.
It's what I name the other half of my mentality.
She is dark, bloody and violent.
Sometimes she talks to me, usually at night when no ones around.
She likes it when I draw blood.
Usually it's her that tells me to cut myself up.
It's always my fault though. I'm the one who did it.
She's the one I fight, the one I hate.
She always tells me I'm not good enough, I'm taking my boyfriend away from his family. If my boyfriend ever found this and read it, he would throw me away like the useless trash I am. I'm an attention whore. I'm stuck up. And all of that is true as she says and I believe her. After all. She is me.

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