Blue Eyed Alibis and Pretty Little Lies

I don't know exactly when it started, it just kind of, did. I had constant blackouts and would usually wake up in a place I recognised but had never been. I'm not sure what's wrong with me, I've been to the doctors so many times, I'm sure I now live there. I didn't have a problem with it, not really, but my family did. And it wasn't until when I was 6 and awoke atop a dead man, that I really questioned anything. But that day had changed me. A six-year-old shouldn't have to lie about where she's been, why she's bloody. Or be so good at it, either. Perhaps it was the voice. The voice, it told me what to say, how to position myself so as not to look suspicious. I don't know what made me trust that voice, but I did. And I'm glad I did, because, I wouldn't be free if I hadn't, wouldn't have the best friend in the world, even with their flaws. I'm 14 now, a grade 9 in high school. I have therapy every Monday and Friday, and hardly visit the doctors now - they figure I have DID, or Dissociative Identity Disorder. School is hell for me, well, for anyone, but when you've got a mental illness that involves someone you'd rather not have everyone meet - in fear of them killing all in sight - it gets a lot harder. My family still has no idea about the murders, no one does, because we're smart. One from a different town every time and make sure they have no connection - just kill the first one you see. They're the rules. And, yeah okay, maybe becoming a cannibal at 14 hasn't been one of my best ideas, but, I mean it's fun, right?

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This is an all dialogue story. That i wrote at 10:40 pm on a Friday night. If its shit don't blame me.