Author's Note: I'll make this short and sweet, this is not staring the characters of the book. I may bring them in at one point but they are not the main characters.
This story is based off of another human struggling to stay alive with a soul taking over.
DISCLAIMER: The Host characters are in no way owned by me and all others belong to me.

Josh:

Internal conflict: something I thought people with that multiple personality disorder suffered from, but I was far from that disorder.

Ever since I was 10 there was a war raging between who knows what, ghosts are what I called them. They possessed any body they wanted to without asking the permission of the host-y. Of course the host-y, or the humans, could tell when their life was coming to an end but their body was still going to live on; quite obvious as to when their souls death would occur; though no one knew how it would feel or if they could win out the battle that raged on inside them.

I've had it described to me as someone strangling you to death, letting you watch life pass by, torturing you by doing insane actions that would bring you to your death bed, then pushing you off the edge of a cliff letting you watch your demise. Of course you would have to suffer in the mind with these ghosts or leave the body it's not like you could just leave for the moments of insanity then come back. Even if they did manage to kill the body they would have a better chance of making it out with a perfect body while you suffered. How cheap.

Oh shut up already. You think that's torture? Try listening to yourself bicker and complain then compare the two! The girl, or rather ghost, groaned in my head.

My head, my thoughts. I replied stubbornly feeding off of her annoyance. It seemed to be my only source of entertainment now-a-days.

You're such an immature jerk Josh, did you know that? She said again, annoyance burning through her words.

And you're a body stealing whiny baby Riley.

Look who's talking Mr. My-life is over, and it's not like I planned to take over Josh Minefields body; I prefer girls to be quite frank with you.

That shut me up for a little bit. Ever since Riley has been with me I knew it was hard for her to be put into my body, while I was a boy and she was a girl. She never really explained to me what happened to her little mishap but she made sure I was aware that she was not happy with it at all.

Quit feeling sympathetic for me, I don't need anyone's sympathy. I just need a way to get you out of this body.

I can feel whatever the heck I want to Riley, and I'm staying here. Deal with it.

We were still adjusting to each other; Riley and I were like puzzle pieces to the same puzzle but at totally opposite ends. I understood her perspective on most conflicts and vise versa but when it came to personalities and decision making skills she might as well me tofu while I was a piece of steak.

Riley was one to make her pains and sorrows known to the world where as I would rather bottle them up and throw them away, spare people the misery. But no, that's just not how Riley did things. She has to be sure you know when she wants you to know when you're flat out wrong, to know when your opinion should be kicked to the curb, and to let you know that you are no good and to just get lost. I feel bad for her last host; they must have been tortured to death, wanting her to just shut up. It all but makes me wonder why she came to this place to find a new host.

They willingly and happily gave up their body to me. Riley growled nice and loud in the tiny head we shared.

I don't think they knew what was happening to them. From the way you described some of them it doesn't sound like they were the most intelligent beings to roam any surface.

They were perfectly aware; they just weren't as greedy as you stupid, little, pathetic humans.

I ignored her now, trying to dull down this fight that was now maintaining a volume of eighty out of ninety.

Can I have some quiet time please? I asked kindly but with a hint of sarcasm; all of her talking was annoying.

Okay, leave this body and you can have all the quiet time you want!

I sighed while she controlled the body; right now we were making a sandwich.

I heard her rambling on with long complaints about this planet and the creatures that lived here. A minute later she was all tuned out and I could finally have a little while of quiet time, my time.