I woke up, hoping that the events of last night were just a dream, even though I knew they weren't. I sat up, turning to get out of bed, my motivation for the day gone before it even had a chance to refresh me. "Hey Shorty," Wrecker greeted me with a nickname, making my mood worsen. "What's got your feather all ruffled up?" He asked, messing with my hair as he leaned on my head, making our undeniable height difference clear. "Not like you would care!" I snapped, shoving his arm off of my head before storming off. "What a dummy." I scoffed to myself, making my way to the Mess without thought. "Well that was dumb." Reese gave me a scolding look. I guess I should explain, I have these…. people, inside my brain that I can see, and they talk to me, guiding me in what to do and say. Reese and Bella, I have known them since I was made, they've always just, been there for me. Reese, she's very much evil in the way she thinks, she bathes in blood and always strives for power, strives to take control of me and life as me in my body. Bella, however, is timid, shy, has common sense and provides balance to Reese, keeping her in check. And I'm, I'm both Reese and Bella, a mix between the two. Sometimes I'm more like Reese, hungry for blood and power, other times I'm like Bella, scared, wanting to hide in a corner. It makes sense, since they're me, different versions of me that I use to cope with life, that I use as an escape.