Chapter 1: The beginning

Ah, this place is so dark and dull. I hope we don't have to stay here for too long. It feels like it's been years since we first came to this place. Floating around in a vacant void, a boy who seemed to be talking. It looked like he was enjoying a conversation with himself to keep him from going insane.

I continued floating in a space that seemed like a never-ending void with stars around me. While floating around, I heard a voice in my head. Generally, people would think you were insane if you began hearing a voice in your head, But this voice wasn't new. I have listened to this voice quite a lot.

It was my "Brother's voice," it didn't end there since a while after that first voice, I began to hear two others.

I have three "brothers,'' just floating around in my head. Well, I say brothers, but they aren't my "real" brothers. They are more like me, with just a twist on their personalities. If anything, it's like we are quadruplets sharing one body.

Before coming here, I was in my mom's bed resting with her, but before that. Shall I start telling you how I came to presence and how I came to this empty void?

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When I was born, I was a premature baby. This has caused me to be extremely small, which also caused me to have an inadequate immune system. This also causes an overall weak body. I also ended up receiving a brain bleed. I ended up spending a few months in the hospital before going home for the first time.

When I went home for the first time, I did not have a fully developed vocal cord, so my mom had to have her hand on me at all times throughout the night.

Before knowing it, I started hearing voices. I was all alone most of the time. I couldn't play with the other children since I couldn't run much due to my weak body and insufficient immune system. I spent most of my time alone and reading books to pass the time. Books had put me into a world where I could be alone.

As I was in the world of my books, time flashed by, and I was going to turn eight years old. It was just me for the first eight years of my life, but a month after my eighth birthday, I could hear voices in my thoughts.

When I could listen to these voices, I thought I could finally have friends and not always be alone. It wasn't just one voice. From what I could decipher, it was three different voices.

These voices weren't clear, and they were distorted and quiet.

A few months after hearing these voices, I could now talk to them regularly, and their voices were no longer distorted and quiet. After a week, I could have a fluent conversation with them. I decided to give them a name because communicating with them by calling them you was difficult.

I am Xander Evans. I'm only interested in books, but I'm more interested in fantasy stories. Other than that, I have nothing. I'm interested in, so I mainly keep to myself and listen to others. (An, Xander is like the "main" personality.")

There is Zach Evans, who is more mature than the rest of us. He enjoys educational books and is even more responsible when it comes to doing certain tasks.

After that is Tom Evans, Tom likes anything musical and from what I can tell after spending the days with him. He is kind of like a music nerd. He enjoys trying to decipher music and trying to replay it on the guitar or violin we have.

Finally, we have the most troublesome personality, Lucas Evans. The reason he's the most troublesome is that he enjoys exploring. He is also more talkative than the other two. Lucas babbles on sometimes, so I'm trying to learn to tune him out. Even though he has the most troublesome personality, he is a fun person to converse with.

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"Hey Xander, what will we be doing today? I hope it's nothing boring like usual," Lucas asked me as I got out of bed. "Well, I don't know yet you should ask the other two, and we can decide after hearing the other options," Lucas asked the other two.

After pondering for a while, they responded," I think we should read our school books, that would be the best way to start the day," Zach said as I was starting to brush my teeth. "I wanna draw a dragon or play a new song on the guitar, I believe nothing else would be a better way than that to start off the day," Tom said as I was finishing brushing my teeth and putting my toothbrush up, and then we headed to breakfast.

Here for breakfast was just scrambled eggs and bacon my mother cooked for me with a note on the side, saying, " Have a lovely day, my sweet boys, don't push yourself too much and make sure to study." She's such a pleasant and loving person. The reason why I have to be careful and study well is that I'm homeschooling since I have a remarkably weak constitution and a weak immune system.

I get sick effortlessly, and I can't run for too long, or I may end up coughing blood up.

I only have my mother since my father left us two years ago saying " I can't have a son that is so weak, useless, and insane." You see, my father wasn't the nicest person and mentally and physically abused me when my mom wasn't around.

 He wanted me to be a football player like he was and continued to overwork me. When I wasn't good enough he would make me write sentences saying that I'm not good enough.

After he left us and before the new football season he was discovered using drugs, it wasn't only one type of drug but multiple. He was caught about 3 months before my eighth birthday.

My mother is a nice and sweet lady, she even helped recently with guitar lessons and she has a beautiful voice and sometimes sings with Tom while he is playing the guitar or violin. My mom owns a medium-sized business so we weren't rich, but also weren't poor, though my mother does overwork herself so that she can provide us with things for entertainment.

Just after Dad left us, I decided to talk about these people in my head. She freaked out and brought me to the hospital. When they looked at my brain, they realized that the brain damage from when I was born, not making any friends and always being alone, the trauma my father brought to me, and then his sudden abandoning of us were the causes for these personalities to appear. Only recently did these three get their names.

Although I was a pretty decent-looking kid, other children didn't like me all that much since I was weak, got sick effortlessly, and couldn't do much. The other children also didn't like the fact. I was so different from them and treated me as an outcast. So, I spent most of my time reading, watching anime, playing the guitar, drawing, and even working out a little. However, working out didn't go well since I would cough up blood or even.

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After discussing with the other three, we decided to go outside and walk while enjoying the fresh morning air and the warm, bright early sunrise, though I don't know if we can call that a sunrise since the sun is out already. I couldn't be out for too long since I have extraordinarily pale white skin and easily get sunburned. By the time we got home, it was 9:10 am. After the walk, I decided to read a book for school since I wanted to get it out of the way early.

We only read for about 20 minutes because Lucas was yelling at me to do something else since it was boring. We couldn't decide what to do, so we played rock paper scissors in my head. As a result of that Tom ended up winning, so he decided that we would either play the guitar or draw. Since Tom flipped a coin, the head meant to draw and the tail meant to play the guitar, the coin ended up landing on heads, and just like that we started to draw.

Tom drew Kurumi Tokisaki, his favorite anime character, lying in a field of white Lilies. After about two hours of Lucas constantly bothering us, we decided to do what he wanted to do so we didn't have to listen to his constant bothering. At 1:30 pm, we decided to watch anime since he didn't want to do anything besides that. It didn't bother us that much since we all really like anime.

Watching anime lasted for a few hours, but not too long. It was about 4:35 pm when we stopped and decided to read the books we were supposed to. Lucas didn't bother us while reading and stayed quiet, not saying anything. By the time we stopped, it was 7:23 pm. It wasn't long after that that Mother walked into the room, and I ran over and jumped into her arms.

"Oh well, hello there, my baby," she said as she accepted me into her arms, "Also, you shouldn't run too much. We wouldn't want you to get sick or to start coughing blood up." "Oh, no worries, Mother, it's the first time today that I ran. Also, if it's for you, I don't mind getting sick," I said while climbing down from her.

As we walked into the kitchen to make dinner, I started to ask how her day was.

All she said was that she had a busy day and enjoyed the time with the other people at her business. She ended up asking how our day was and what we did. Although she was shocked about me and my other personalities, she accepted them like they were her children and loved everyone as much as she loved me.

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Just like that, the day began to blur. However, one day, something terrible happened to me