My name is Frank Zhang.
Right now it is, anyway.
Sometimes my mind gets fuzzy and I can't even remember my name.
Or nameS.
They say I suffer from "Multiple Personality Disorder."
Its true.
In the beginning it was a game, thinking up a different person.
After all, who would want to be friends with Frank Zhang?
He's just a clumsy ox with a loan shark for a dad and a mother who willingly left him to join the army. (Dying wasn't in the original plan.)
It was fun, a game, pretending to be someone else, someone more interesting.
Then it wasn't a game anymore.
Now I have another side to me, who's my polar opposite.
I call him Mars, like the Roman god of war.
He gets angry easily and is really strong.
That isn't a good combo.
Whenever he comes, I'm always afraid he might hurt someone.
I don't want to hurt anyone.
But it isn't up to me anymore.
It's up to him.
Aside from that though, I'm not crazy.
