**Introduction**

Soft Spoken with a Sharp Tongue


You know that idea, where everyone has a equal and opposite counterpart. The person who completes you in the world and for every good you do, that person does bad, and vice-versa.
You’re doing it wrong.
I met that person for me very early on. In fact, I’ve known them for as far back as I can remember.
You write like a 3 year old.
This person has been so close to me that it’s like he’s effected my every thought, my every dream.
They’ll think you’re crazy.
The reason is… He’s in my head.
Hahaha! you’re gonna get us committed!
Will you shut up! I’m trying to write here!
Alright, I’ll let you screw this up. Don’t blame me when I’m the only one your stuck with, telling you to bounce off the padded walls.
Whatever! This is exactly what I mean! Every time I make a decision, I’m forced to second guess it. Every time I trip, I get laughed at and insulted. Every time I’m left alone I’m arguing with this mook. Every time I dream, it’s a complete bastardization of every worry and bad thought that crossed my mind during the day.
Last night’s dream was funny wasn’t it…
Hey! Shut up! We’ll here’s my point. I can’t stand this anymore. If I’m crazy let it be so. If there’s actually some extra mind or person in me then let them use me for experiments. I don’t care.
Wait…what?!
I thought you knew everything I was thinking… Anyway, if you find this chances are I’m not alive anymore.
N-no, you can’t! Oh, I see, too much of a wimp to carry on. Don’t have enough strength to get insulted every once in a while. You’re such a-
Oh shut up! I been wantin’ to do this since I was 15, I think after 3 extra years of this crap it’s reasonable to go through with it. We’ll this is the end. It’s been nice being with you all. Goodbye.

He raised the gun up to his head after extended his last goodbye.
No! NOOO!
A gunshot was heard by the people downstairs. Panicked they all ran upstairs and saw their roommate on the ground but no blood. The gun still in his hand. The wall to the right smoking and cracked from the stray bullet. They tried lifting their longtime friend off the ground only to have him spring up out of their arms.
I’m alive? My hands feel weird…wait…my hands? MY hands… FEEL…weird? “Ah ha! AHAHAHAHAHA! I’m free! I’m free!!!”
Ugh, What happened? I can’t feel anything. Why can’t I feel anything? Is this what death is like?
Nope that’s what being trapped in someone else’s mind is like. Good job retard, now you get to watch as I fuck up everything you’ve ever had! I hope you like it in there ‘cause you’re gonna be in there for a while!