My Conscious is Crazy

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     I had just propped myself up on the couch when I realized, all too late, that darkness had taken ahold of me. I panicked slightly. Why did I faint? I wasn't having a meltdown! Oh, what the heck!

     This is your conscious speaking! Use this time to think about Arthur!

     "Why Arthur? Why not life? Why not death."

     Darlin', you need to think about your feelings for that man. You aren't gonna realize it by yourself

     "What's with the accent? And what feelings?"

     You love him, girl! If you can't realize that yourself then your as blind as a bat! Wake up and tell him you love him!

     "What, what? I'm no bat! Come back here weird accented conscious girl!"

     My eyes opened to bright, afternoon light. My head rested on the sleeping pirate's shoulder. I pulled away and looked at him a moment. My conscious was officially scaring me. I liked a British man with anger issues towards America, a random pirate side, and a really cute sleeping face. Yep, I was definitely crazy. That's okay, crazy's  better than a dull block.

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Really short chapter is really short. Anyways, just wanting to say hi! I really just wanted to make it look long than it is... Anyways! I'm honestly starting to struggle with this story. I'm running out of ideas because I forget to write them down, and I wanna hear how you guys think it should go, so if you go any ideas, please don't be afraid to say sometin!

~Pastagirl17

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