Hell is other people. ~ Jean Paul Sartre
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I sighed. It was lunch time at school, and here I was, sitting alone again. I watched as Luna bossed Bud and Zack around, demanding they do this and that for her. I glanced around, watching everyone dig into their food and laugh talking with their friends.
This was hell. I was positive.
Some logical, reasonable part of my mind would always argue with me, saying something like "If that was true, you wouldn't be happy at all." But I knew otherwise. I knew that that was just me trying to make myself happy. Trying to give me hope.
I shook my head, and got up, throwing away my lunch tray and heading to the bathroom. I needed some time to think.
I knew something was living inside me. I could feel it! Even when I was alone, I felt as though I wasn't. Didn't this person inside me know the power they had given off? This person had an essence that was completely different from mine... It felt like it was taking over me; splitting me in two. Making me feel like I was losing my mind, or something of the sort.
I looked in the mirror, and was terrified to see an evil grin staring back at me. But only for a moment. After I blinked, it was gone.
I wanted to scream at it, saying "I know you're in there!" I wanted to scream to the whole world I didn't deserve this and he's in there and-
"Hey, Pat. You okay?" A brown haired boy asked, coming out from the stall, obviously concerned.
"Oh, Geo! I'm fine."