User blog:Purple Hyper Flame/Me

OK, BIG admittance time...

I have 3 selves, and one of them is becoming more profound while the other slides away.

We have our names; Emma (the First Me), Emi (the Second) and Eli/zabeth (the Third, and hopefully, last)

Elizabeth is the gentle one, if she was an animal, she'd be a dog; She is loyal, Shy, Kind, Gentle... All that stuff - what comes of being a Stained Angel.

I am a "normal" girl who forgets a year as soon as it has ended, causing large blanks in memory to be taken over by ideas, images, sounds, and such like.

Emi though... She's more complicated.

From a lack of friends after a annoying teacher (lets just call her Beak-Nose for now) caused me to spend an entire year of Primary in a empty, forboding class room (disguised as a normal 5 year old's class room - dispite the large celing showing and the enclosing demeanour of the pale white walls that had pretty pictures made by 5 year-old children and bossy displays made by teachers from years over, all which didn't help my morbid imagination), this didn't help with the fact that Beak-Nose could make me end up wishing to curl up in a corner and die in a heartbeat. So my mind turned more grotesque, coming up with stories which I found facinating. All along the "Evil-Queen takes all, tormenting the young slaves and prisoners" line. This eventially grew, so my daydreaming stopped me from completing work, and every break and lunch I was left alone...

Then I was passed to my next teacher, for abrupt re-integration into society.

It didn't really work.

Bullies found it fun to torment what was once the popular girl, pushing her down to the base of the Childrens' Ranking process, basically, I became the ugly loner who no one wanted.

But I didn't mind, I was able to let my mind continue on its journeys through the Kingdom I had created in it, one where I ruled behind a façade, sometime as a princess, sometimes as a stranger, sometimes as a victim or sometimes as a villian, depending on my mood.

Then Emi came along, she was my mental friend. We'd roleplay, fight, chat, all that could be normal. She always made the perfect ideas on what we would do to the main tormentors we had all that Year; a group of boys from my elder sibling's class. It wasn't until things reached their limits that action was taken and the boys were explled.

Then Year 3 came.

I finally gained a friend!

She was another invalid, cast down to the depths, and we were able to get along well, everything was looking up.

Then she was gone.

The only things that comforted me were Music and Creation. I'd spend ages writing things, and later on I was delved deep in anything not very factual.

Years 4 and 5 passed as a loner.

A new school building and site was built, then we moved in.

Year 6 began.

I met my friend there.

But Emi and the others wouldn't stop.

Then Elizabeth came along.

She used to be able to stop them, to make me normaller.

Used to...

Now she's returning, and I can't do a thing about it.

And now she won't shut up anymore.