What would you do if you were like me?
If you heard a voice in your head. That talked to you; that tried to help you, but failed every time? That gave you advice, and guided you, but you never really wanted to listen to it?
Would you cry? Every time he said something; every time he came out unexpected and gave you a headache for no good reason and you would snap at anyone you could just to get over the confusion and the pain that came with him.
Would you embrace it? Smile every time he showed up; let him blend with you and your personality and earn respect from others fearing you. Take aspirin for the pain and not let the confusion come to you like before.
Would you scream? Hear the sound start ripping at your throat and want it to explode out of your lips, so someone other than you would hear and listen and perhaps even want to help you, even though you know nothing can get rid of him. Nothing.
What about when you figured out that voice was a Superstar? A WWE Superstar? An icon?
The Undertaker?
Yeah, let your jaw drop. That's who speaks to me. That's who tries to help me. That's who threatens to kill someone that I don't like very much every day.
Who's yelling right now for me to stop talking, to shut up, to stop telling people about him. About what's happening inside of me.
But I can't. You have to know. Someone has to know.
Whenever I see the Undertaker on TV a shudder goes through me, and he awakens in my head. He talks to me, in that chilling voice of his; whether it be about his storyline, the match, his brother; but he'll talk. He'll often show up before Smackdown. Or right before he's supposed to return; even if he's not scheduled.
Help me…
Whenever I think about the Undertaker, he'll show up. He'll discuss whatever I'm thinking about with me, whatever me and my friend were talking about earlier with me. He loves to talk to me.
You don't understand…
Whenever I talk to certain people, he'll show up. He loves to judge my friends. He'll make his mark in my head about what he thinks about each and every one of them, especially if I'm talking to them. He'll scream, and he'll yell if he has to; just to make sure I hear him. If I don't hear him…I'll suffer the consequences later…
He's hurting me…
When I'm asleep.
He'll sneak into my dreams, he'll give me nightmares, he'll disturb me however he can. If I don't listen to him, if I ignore him, then I'm sure to have a nightmare that night. I have to. That's how it goes. That's the rules…
Please help…
The rules…he pretty much has set rules. He takes over whenever he wants to. He wants to right now. But I can't let him. I have to say what's going on. I have to. If he wants to yell, he's allowed to yell. If that means giving me a headache, then so be it. As long as he gets his point across. If not, there will be punishments.
No…
There will be a punishment tonight…
He's going to…
He's taken over…
AN: Haha, so first thing's first. No, this isn't true. But I was bored, and I was wondering who the creepiest Superstar it would be to have talking to you. Like in your head and all. So this is what came out. Yeah, yeah, not very good, just wanted to write it…