story part 1

she didn't know how to explain it, being surrounded by people despite the fact the only person nearby was the person asking. "It says here," theyd say, shifting around in their seat and squinting at the clipboard they were holding. "-that you stated that you hear voices in your head?" "...." "I wouldn't call them voices, more like.. people." "People?" "..yeah." "Interesting." They would write something down in blue ink, before switching to a regular black pen. "I mean, its not like I see things, or hear things, I just... I feel like there's more than one of 'my voice', you know?" "No, I don't know. Could you explain it?" a pause. she still wasn't sure. "I guess." another pause. "Go on." "Whenever I have a single idea, absolutely anything about a way someone could act - whether extreme or mild -, it sometimes ends up turning into an entire being, with a personality, a past, a present, even maybe a future that they don't know about yet. Eventually, that person becomes a part of me, an extension of who I am. If I ever end up feeling this certain way, that I cant exactly explain through words, one of them may talk through me. Not like a possession, but more like, an expression of this character that I've created, that I've given life to." They'd write something else in the blue ink down onto the paper. "..sorry, was that too long of a tangent?" "No, I don't think so." "Okay then.."