The demons inside

Me,myself and I

Darkness flashes through my vision. I am running. I love running, going into my freshman year I am nervous that I will be over looked by the upperclassmen. This type of running is different. I am running from something. I look back to see a dark figure that is when it takes a turn for the worst.

Bang I fall down a hill I know what happens next he slits my throat. All I see is a view of blood gushing out of my limp body.

I wake up cold as ice, reach out and snatch my knife-oh that knife. A 3.5 inch serrated blade, a seatbelt cutter, a window breaker, flashlight, and flint and steel. Quite the tool if you ask me.

I sit up slowly this nightmare has happened a lot not that anyone cares at least. My sister, Isabella, has depression leaving everyone concerned for her. I am all alone with my problems at home with my only converters being me, myself, and I.

Right about now is when the madnesses starts. Thing you should know I have 3 voices in my head, me, myself, and I. We talk a lot but it can be painful when I argue with myself the knife gets involved giving myself (the bad one) the control. I is the good one usually I turn to him for decisions. The last one is ME the crazy one I look to his direction for a lot more than I should, but it keeps me entertained. They wake up now and start talking already I have a headache.

When I get downstairs my sister is up with her best friend
Corey. Those 2 girls are polar opposites Corey is a actress makeup queen while izzy is an antisocial nerdy runner. I make myself a breakfast sandwich and grab some meds then go off to see my boys at the pit.

Authors Note: this is literally my first time writing a story, so I hope you enjoy this first part. I will give out main character a name in the next part. I can't seem to find a good name.