I apologize, as I'm not the same man I once was. I don't sleep. I haven't eaten in days. the only thing keeping me alive is the very thing ruining it. Every second I must worry about whether or not He will decide to kill me. Allow me to explain.
Most people would call me a schizophrenic, meaning that I have voices in my head, but that's only a fraction of the issue. Given my powers, comes difficulty. There is another person, who at any given moment, could control me completely. A doppelganger. The worst of it is that he uses my face to do his damage, and I have no memory of it when he's done.
This "doppelganger" lives solely to torture me. The reason I don't care about many people is because he kills whoever I care the most about. If I don't care about anyone, no one gets hurt. Even now I feel him, trying to overpower me. My head aches my stomach aches. I draw my hood in hopes to not be seen. My hopes were dashed when the teacher called me to read.
It was the Tell Tale Heart, one of my favorite Edgar Allan Poe stories. As I read, I noticed someone, out of the corner of my eye. Her light brown hair flowed down her back, and her eyes, green as grass, sparkled with interest. She looked intrigued by the story, compared to all the blank states of mundane boredom. Beauty emmited from her as the sun emits light. I read, and every so often, sneaked an unseen glance at her, to assure myself that she's real.
As the class ended, I rushed to my locker. It took me a moment to realize I had a visitor. It was the girl from earlier, wanting to talk. "What do you want to talk about" I asked, taking off my jacket. She looked away quickly, with a sense of innocence that brought a smile to my face. we engaged in a conversation to introduce ourselves and make plans for lunch. I smiled, she smiled, and that was that.
