Marvin. Do you remember when I was born? It was when you were getting bullied at school by kids older than you. You curled up into a little ball and wished for the pain to stop. You begged and begged and begged until I came along, I asked if you needed help, and despite my voice coming from your head, you immediately agreed.
And so with a final breath, you let everything go and gave me control. I made quick work of the attackers. A broken rib here, two broken legs there, and maybe a small fractured skull over there. It was all dealt with, and I gave you back control, ready to be thanked for my assistance. But thank me, you did not. You only stood there and started screaming and crying. When I asked for my thanks, you started clutching your head and told me to stop talking. I will admit, I found the situation quite…annoying. I gave you my help, and you told me to stop talking because my voice was scary? Quite rude, I must say.
After being found by the side of the school by a teacher, you were hauled off into an ambulance because of your injuries and soon questioned by the police. Once it was all over and we were alone, I spoke to you again. The way you jumped from my voice annoyed me again, and I asked you what was wrong. You started clutching your head again and asked me who I was, and I simply answered that I was you.