Welcome to Insanity

Sometimes I wonder if my life is just a dream. Or if I'm just imagining it all...

Naw! I'm just insane!

I mean I have to be. It's the only logical explanation to my predicament. It's the only thing I can think of to explain it... It's what everyone has been telling me my whole life. My entire life, grown ups have been saying I am sick in the head. I've even been sent to an psychiatric hospital because of it. Not that I can blame them. I mean, how many kids do you see, walking around, talking to themselves and tending to have two completely different personality's yet they don't have the multiple personally disorder thing going on?

I can't think of one.

"Well there is you."

Aw yes. How could I forget about me? I can't forget about me. Well I'm the only person that I am aware of that is like this.

I'm guessing you want to know what I'm talking about, aren't you? And why a kid's parents would send them off to a hospital? Cause ya know, most kids had an imaginary friend rather than a whacked out conscious.

"Hahah! Not you! You got stuck with me! Now stop stalling and tell them who I am!"

Shut up. I'm getting there.

Anyways, I grew up with a friend. A very weird friend. One who could not leave me alone. Actually it was impossible for him to leave me alone. You see, I have a voice inside my head. A very annoying voice.

"Hey! I resent that!"

One who doesn't seem to know the meaning of shut up! And no. You resemble it. Big difference.

*Grumbles*

Ignore him. Now what was I saying? Oh yeah! Voice inside my head! Okay so this voice inside my head is kinda like my worst nightmare because I tend to get bullied at school, but at the same time, he's my best friend and the best thing to happen in my mest up life. He's always there when I need him.

And yes I called the voice a 'he'. And the voice also has a name too. A name that just happens to belong to one of my favorite characters in my most absolute favorite fandom. His name is none other than...

"My name is Sideswipe!"

Nooo! I wanted to do that!

"Ha-ha, to bad!"

You're so mean!

"I know what you are, but what am I?"

A humungo jerk, that's what.

"I know what you are, but what am I?"

"Miss Terrin!" Mrs. Clouds shouted my name, interrupting my inner argument with Sideswipe.

I bolted up from where I was slouching in my chair. "Yes, sir!" I shouted on instinct. A round of snickering and laughter went up around the classroom. Sideswipe snickered, making me quirk a smirk. Boy did Mrs. Clouds look mad.

"That's ma'am, Miss Terrin," She growled with her fists on her waist.

"Yes, sir!" Sideswipe butted into the conversation, making my voice a bit deeper and a little gravely. I promptly slapped a hand over my mouth and let out a few strangled giggles at the look on Mrs. Clouds face as more laughter filled the room. Course, any sane person wouldn't even dare look at her strait in the face with her look of pure rage and without being scarred for their life.

But you have to remember I'm not exactly sane.

And it took a few years of constant practice, but eventually Sideswipe was able to use my voice as his own and to a small extent, move my limbs. It wasn't till I was about six or seven until he was able to move my body on his own without any real struggles or getting really super tired. Well he still gets tired, but it takes about a day and a half of him in constant control. Then he sleeps for half a day. I'm not really sure how that works though.