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The Resolutions of 132/7 - Skitzy

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Chapter Seven


Schizophrenic doesn't even begin to describe it.

That's the thought that went through my head when I fell into my bed and shut my eyes for the night, only for them to spring up minutes later.

I was no longer in control of my body.

Since I was born, there was always a voice. A voice in my head that grew and matured along with me. I never had a name for him, but he always spoke to me. It was like my best friend was with me everywhere I went.

I sleep, but my body does not. When I fall asleep, he wakes up, and my body is his to control until he lays down, himself. Lately, he isn't content with sharing my characteristics.

He gets up, then walks to the bathroom. He puts white clown makeup all over his face and neck, puts in red contact lenses, dyes my orangey-red hair an onyx black, and adds black paint over my eyes and mouth. Once he's put on the mask, he adds a green robe, hides twin swords inside his clothing, and ties a spear to his back. To me, his life is but a dream, and vice versa.

He may let me waltz around in the daytime, but he's the one really in control. He's always speaking to me even when I'm in control, but I can't get through to him at all once he's taken over. He even has a degree of control over who I am and what I do.

My name is Scarecrow Von Steuben.

And his name is Murzon.