Voices in My Head

Chapter 23: Hidden

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To give in is to lose. To lose is to die. To die is to admit defeat.

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Rosalind was different from the rest.

Out of all the personalities, she was the only one who has the memories of every single one of them.

There's Allan, the host/main one. A timid coward. The only use he has is his hacking abilities.

There's Len, the suicidal alter. Depressed and useless.

There's Raiden, the wild alter. His motto is act first, think later. He's an idiot. He can fight people but can't kill them. He's weak but not as weak as that coward, Allan.

There's Sunny, the childish alter. She's the youngest out of all of them. Rosalind doesn't particularly hate or like her.

There's Ceila, the flirtatious alter. This one is a headache to deal with. Flirting and partying all the time, this girl. It's a surprise nothing extreme happened to her yet.

There's Noah, the logical alter. Has a handful of accounts filled with his profits from stocks. Rosalind can tolerate him better than the others since he is one of her main suppliers.

And then there's her, the sadistic alter. She has no qualms about killing. Unlike Raiden, she is cold-blooded.

Even the prettiest of roses have their deadly thorns.

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It was different.

The world was the same, but she looked at it with the eyes of a stranger.

Well, that must have been expected. After all, she has not come out for two years because she couldn't kill someone. In her rage and frustration at her weakness, at her inability to kill, she retreated far into their mind and slept and never made another appearance.

Until now that is.

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It was weird to say the least. That I could see and feel what was happening around me. But I wasn't in control of my body.

I felt like a bystander, watching from the sidelines.

I felt like a puppet, strung along on the whims of a puppetmaster's wishes and desires.

I felt squished into the corner of my mind, only to watch as a bystander to the developing events.

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"Rosalind."

She hasn't that voice in such a long time. It served to made her angry. But she was curious.

"How did you know? I'm not my disguise." Gone was the black hair and makeup.

He smiled, pure and loving. She hated that smile. "Because I could tell by your eyes. They're the same as they were 2 years ago."

She forgot about his obsession with eyes and his uncanny ability to know all there is to know about a person by just one look in their eyes. "Why are you looking for me?"

"Because you're my Queen." How could he say that so nonchalantly?

"I am no one's Queen. I want nothing to do with you. Leave me alone."

His onyx eyes shimmered with something. "Hard considering that you are one of my men's alter ego."

"Then kill him. So I can be as far away from you as possible."