It seemed to start as a conversation that took place inside her head; a simple way of working out what she thought. But who exactly was the person doing the thinking? And who exactly was she talking to? Whatever she thought it seemed the other thought the opposite.
She wanted to listen to the other self, because the things the other said made sense to her but were horrible things to say. She knew that the other was a part of her, but didn’t want it. She wanted to fight it away, to destroy it so it wouldn’t whisper any more.
She waged war on the inside of her head; the brain her battlefield, the voices her soldiers. She stopped sleeping, eating and drinking, stopped living. She fought her thoughts and beat them all. And then she stopped thinking.
That was when the other spoke clearly: “Stop hurting me, I am you.”
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