Me, Myself, and I

  Me, Myself, and I were stranded on an island. We weren’t aware of each other, even though we sat back-to-back. The more I looked at the fruitful trees of the island, the more ravenous I became. I stood up to satisfy the hunger, and the others fell over in the sand. With this, we became aware of each other’s presence. Of course we thought we needed someone to make decisions for us, a leader of sorts, if we were to survive. I volunteered because I didn’t trust Me, but I fought with Myself for control. I would not let Me escape the fight, and soon we were all involved. When the noise had dissipated and the sand was still once again, two had fallen. Now I’m the only one left. Someone had killed them, my companions. But it wasn’t Me, I couldn’t do it, and there’s no way it could be done by Myself. So now I’m here wondering who turned the sand red. Was it Me, Myself, or I?