A Strange Friend :
My life was very monotonous until the arrival of a personality. Neither man nor woman, only a voice in my head, a kind of second me, which guides me, advises me, at every moment of my life.
A friend to talk to, someone who supports me, who helps me when things go wrong. I know I can't talk to anyone in that voice I called Bob, or I'll be sent to psychiatry. Whether she has a malevolent or benevolent influence on me is not my primary concern. Bob came to brighten up my life and that's all I care about.
I am him and he is me, that's it, I finally feel special, I have a more than considerable advantage over the others, a numerical advantage, we are two brains. In class, we divide the tasks, two dissertations for the major lessons, two critical minds for the essays, etc.
Why do I care if he's dangerous when he's just me, I would never blame him for what he brought to my life. The only thing Bob can't stand is other people's mockery. He yells at me to give him control in these moments, but I'm a little scared of what he might do, so I strengthen my will. I'm afraid he'll give free rein to a violence that I've managed to keep confined for so long, a violence that would cause me to lose my hard-earned peace of mind. But it's like my suicidal thoughts, only one step is missing.
You can imagine what had to happen happened. When I left high school, 3 boys aged 15-16 did the usual harassment things to me: extortion, humiliation, beatings, etc. Finally, the repeated punches in the stomach, the faith, the head, the spitting on my face, the insults and even a complete undressing making me a naked person, me Alex I fainted.
Since this had never happened to me, I hadn't expected that it would give Bob the key to the control room for free. From an outside point of view, I was lying flat on my stomach, naked, on a floor bathed in blood that flowed from my nose and my mouth, result: I did not move, my attackers panicked thinking they had killed me.
A strange smile suddenly adorned my face, which had become twisted by a very violent anger, worthy of a demon. The last thing I saw before the blackout was Bob smashing one of the boys face on the hard concrete. I didn't think my body was strong enough to literally tackle him and almost kill him in less than 5 seconds.
When I wake up, I feel the soft caress of my blanket. My mind is still comatose, I look around and see bloodstained clothes, I don't recognize them, they're not mine. Angrily, I wonder in my mind what happened to Bob. The only thing he said to me was, "You'll find out soon enough." Not being able to extract anything more from him, I trust him and will not go further into the details.
2 hours later, it's 6 p.m., my parents haven't come home from work yet, I take the opportunity to turn on the TV in the living room. Skipping the channels, I suddenly see the name of my city, I stay on it, it's the news channel. Looking at the details, I see that a very violent murder of 3 boys from my village shook the region, the police are waiting for the testimony of the survivor still in a coma after the multiple serious injuries he suffered. Intrigued I look at the names of these attacked people, suddenly my face has turned pale.