Wednesday, June 6th 2018
Title: I don't have to write this shit, okay?
I was released from the sad hellhole they call my school. I honestly really hate it, but that's not important to you is it? I'm really only writing so that I don't get called a psycho again. And that they won't try and shove me in a counselor's office, I hate that place.
Like, I'm not crazy! I'm really not, honest. Just sometimes I enjoy talking to my friends, only I can see them though. They're not imaginary, they're completely real. Reality is based on my own perception, right? So there it is that's my reality.
Marcus, I love you and everything but what are you even doing?
"Right, I'm talking to you guys through paper. What do you think?" I say to him, he's sitting right next to me so I have no idea why he asked me that.
Marcus Hitori, stop answering that fool out loud! Remember no one else can see him!
"Shut up, Left. He's right here. And I know damn well you can see him too. He's your brother for crying out loud." I say looking to my other side and seeing the button class male next to me.
Marcus, do not refer to that in such a way. I'm insulted, I'm nothing like him!
That's mean, Lefty!
"You two are exactly alike." I state plainly.
Left shifts from where he was and is now in front of me.
How? Explain please.
I make Right move in front of me and make him sit next to Left.
"You guys act the same, talk the same you're completely the same!" I yell at the top of my lungs, quickly becoming fed up with their antics by now.
They were silent for a minute, good. They're always way too fucking loud.
You know we can hear you, right?
"You were meant to." I say, and with that I pull out my phone and start reading whatever fanfiction I fell asleep reading the night before.
YOU ARE READING
Better Alone
Teen FictionContrary to popular belief, the more is never always the merrier. Trust me I would know
