The Things I Hide

Introduction:

My story is not the greatest. For my entire life, I have been alone. Well almost alone.

My name is Ssundee.

When I was very young I was disowned by my mother.

My name is Derp Ssundee.

Fending for ourselves made us accustomed to each other.

We are ssundee.

Almost the same, but different.

We share the same body.

Though both of us wish we could be in control 100% of the time, we understand that neither one of us are more deserving than the other.

Out of the two of us, I look the most normal.

When Derp is in control, my body tends to become cross-eyed.

Neither of us know why.

For this reason, I tend to be in control the most offen, because people either get freaked out at us, or want to murder our face off.

Have we killed? Yes.

Did we like it? Yes.

You have to stay alive some how.

To us, this is a kill, or be killed world.

Bruses and scrarches riddle our body.
They remind us of all of the hardships we have faced.

All the things that have tried to hurt us.

We live like nomads. Moving from place to place. Living off the land.

Such isolation has both of us on the brink of insanity.

Derp, more than me.

It has become so bad that he can't maintain our original voice. (For the most part)

It's higher pitched.

More drug out.

He sounds like a psychopath.

For that, I am just as guilty as he is. Because our minds are the same.

Right now, we are lucky. We have managed to get a friend.

Not just one, but five.

Suposedly, there is one more in their group, but they tell me that he is not around much.

This blessing of having friends is good, but it is also a curse. They don't know about my Derp side.

And I have an idea of what they would do,

IF.ONLY.THEY.KNEW.